I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists unless one… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
The War is the first and only thing in the world today. The arts generally are not, nor is this writing a… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here,… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and images… It is not a… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. — 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
