Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight! — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“A house is sometimes wine. It is sometimes more than a skin.” — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Liquor and love rescue the cloudy sense banish its despair give it a home. — 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
My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots. — 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
