There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Minds like beds always made up (more stony than a shore) unwilling or unable. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
A poem is a small machine made of words. . .Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is… — 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
