Each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form.… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
all to no end save beauty the eternal-- So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers-… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“unsignificantly off the coast there was a splash quite unnoticed this was Icarus drowning” — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“You're a romanticist. What do you think a man is, a papaya? To digest your dinner? In pill form?” — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
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. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
