Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together. — 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
