Their time past, pulled down cracked and flung to the fire Mgo up in a roar All recognition lost, burnt clean clean… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination. — 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
There is something something urgent I have to say to you and you alone but it must wait while I drink in… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring… — 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
Poe gives the sense for the first time in America, that literature is serious, not a matter of courtesy but of truth. — 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
