THESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“To imitate nature involves the verb to do. To copy is merely to reflect something already there, inertly: Shakespeare's mirror is all… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
These are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. — 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
“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
