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By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

THESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Empty pockets make empty heads.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

One by one the objects are defined? It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf But now the stark dignity of entrance?Still, the profound change has come upon them: rooted, they grip down and begin to awaken.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else, and if we don't see, hear, taste, smell and feel in this place - not only will we never know anything but the world of sense will be by that much diminished everywhere.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Who isn't frustrated and does not prove it by his actions - if you want to say so? But through art the psychologically maimed may become the most distinguished man of his age. Take Freud for instance.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

When I am alone I am happy.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matters like a ship. But poetry is the machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

I think of the poetry of René Char and all he must have seen and suffered that has brought him to speak only of sedgy rivers, of daffodils and tulips whose roots they water, even to the free-flowing river that laves the rootlets of those sweet-scented flowers that people the milky way

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and take advantage of the fact, everything is made perfect.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people, of animals, a love ingengering gentleness and goodness that moved meand that I saw in you

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Poe gives the sense for the first time in America, that literature is serious, not a matter of courtesy but of truth.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

The art of the poem nowadays is something unstable; but at least the construction of the poem should make sense; you should know where you stand. Many questions haven't been answered as yet. Our poets may be wrong; but what can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

When a man makes a poem, makes it, mind you, he takes words as he finds them interrelated about him and composes them - without distortion which would mar their exact significances - into an intense expression of his perceptions and ardors that they may constitute a revelation in the speech that he uses. It isn't what he says that counts as a work of art, it's what he makes, with such intensity of perception that it lives with an intrinsic movement of its own to verify its authenticity.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form. The effect is beauty, what in a single object resolves our complex feelings of propriety.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

What power has love but forgiveness?

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage!

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year.

By Anonym 14 Sep

William Carlos Williams

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated-thrown aside-a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Carlos Williams

unsignificantly off the coast there was a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowning

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

The War is the first and only thing in the world today. The arts generally are not, nor is this writing a diversion from that for relief, a turning away. It is the war or part of it, merely a different sector of the field.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

A poem is this:/A nuance of sound/delicately operating/upon a cataract of sense/...the particulars/of a song waking/upon a bed of sound.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

At our age the imagination across the sorry facts lifts us to make roses stand before thorns. Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light, young love is. But we are older, I to love and you to be loved, we have, no matter how, by our wills survived to keep the jeweled prize always at our finger tips. We will it so and so it is past all accident.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Carlos Williams

To imitate nature involves the verb to do. To copy is merely to reflect something already there, inertly: Shakespeare's mirror is all that is needed for it. But by imitation we enlarge nature itself, we become nature or we discover in ourselves nature's active part.

By Anonym 15 Sep

William Carlos Williams

You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken.

By Anonym 13 Sep

William Carlos Williams

Being an art form, verse cannot be "free" in the sense of having no limitations or guiding principle.