Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their… — 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
“The man of imagination who turns to art for release and fulfilment of his baby promises contends with the sky through the… — William Carlos WIlliams Copy Share Image
To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“The imagination, intoxicated by prohibitions, rises to drunken heights to destroy the world. Let it rage, let it kill.” — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“According to my present theme the writer of imagination would attain closest to the conditions of music not when his words are… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and images… It is not a… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
But the thing that stands eternally in the way of really good writing is always one: the virtual impossibility of lifting to… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
At our age the imagination across the sorry facts lifts us to make roses stand before thorns. Sure love is cruel and… — 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