[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“You remember I had a strong inclination all my life to be a painter. Under different circumstances I would rather have been… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“What do they mean when they say: “I do not like your poems; you have no faith whatever. You seem neither to… — 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
“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