There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here,… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Who isn't frustrated and does not prove it by his actions - if you want to say so? But through art the… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn please and as I damn please and it'll be good if the authentic… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
we, in that instant, lost, breathless to be witnesses, as if we stood ourselves refreshed among the shining fauna of that fire. — 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
