Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matters like a ship. But poetry is the machine which drives it, pruned to a… — 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
Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The art of the poem nowadays is something unstable; but at least the construction of the poem should make sense; you should… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
No opinion can be trusted; even the facts may be nothing but a printer's error. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
When a man makes a poem, makes it, mind you, he takes words as he finds them interrelated about him and composes… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
and there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to… — 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
