I have never been one to write by rule, not even by my own rules. William Carlos Williams More Quotes by William Carlos Williams More Quotes From William Carlos Williams History must stay open, it is all humanity. William Carlos Williams humanity history Old age is William Carlos Williams tree snow bird Being an art form, verse cannot be "free" in the sense of having no limitations or guiding principle. William Carlos Williams guiding-principles form art I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage! William Carlos Williams fool truth bird When I am alone I am happy. William Carlos Williams being-single single You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken. William Carlos Williams lethargic fire waiting Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze. William Carlos Williams knees southern lust Sorrow is my own yard where the new grass flames as it has flamed often before but not with the cold fire that closes round me this year. William Carlos Williams flames fire grieving Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight! William Carlos Williams sunset dark night Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them William Carlos Williams dues hours strange History, history! We fools, what do we know or care. William Carlos Williams fool care history The perfect type of the man of action is the suicide. William Carlos Williams suicide perfect men Liquor and love rescue the cloudy sense banish its despair give it a home. William Carlos Williams despair home giving The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew. William Carlos Williams scent imagination rose Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in? William Carlos Williams grief weather thinking We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. William Carlos Williams blindness blind If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem. William Carlos Williams pleasure ifs Who isn't frustrated and does not prove it by his actions - if you want to say so? But through art the psychologically maimed may become the most distinguished man of his age. Take Freud for instance. William Carlos Williams frustrated men art Divorce is the sign of knowledge in our time. William Carlos Williams our-time divorce Without invention nothing is well-spaced. William Carlos Williams invention wells
