“Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell.” — 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
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. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“And a church spire sketched on the sky, of sheet metal and open beams, to resemble a church spire” — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
