Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again — 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
