“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
It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people,… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is… — 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
You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse-- at least, blinded by the light, young love is. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“It was ... a love engendering gentleness and goodness that moved me and that I saw in you” — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end —… — 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
The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky. — 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
