Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
I think of the poetry of René Char and all he must have seen and suffered that has brought him to speak… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Sometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think… — 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
