“I have always associated [Al Que Quiere!] with a figure on a soccer field: to him who wants the ball to be… — 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
THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER Deny yourself all half things. Have it or leave it. But it will keep—or it is not worth the… — 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
By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by… — 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
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“The past above, the future below and the present pouring down: the roar, the roar of the present, a speech-- is, of… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic. — 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
It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“ This is Just to Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The poem springs from the half spoken words of the patient.... When asked, how I have for so many years continued an… — 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
