Sunshine of late afternoon-- On the glass tray a glass pitcher, the tumbler turned down, by which a key is lying--And the… — 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
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white… — 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
