It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages. William Carlos Williams More Quotes by William Carlos Williams More Quotes From William Carlos Williams Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels. William Carlos Williams blind angel eye The art of the poem nowadays is something unstable; but at least the construction of the poem should make sense; you should know where you stand. Many questions haven't been answered as yet. Our poets may be wrong; but what can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past. William Carlos Williams vision past art so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. William Carlos Williams white rain water [History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living. William Carlos Williams soul imagination history The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned William Carlos Williams descent ascent There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that. William Carlos Williams comment ifs Love is unworldly and nothing comes of it but love. William Carlos Williams love-is love The only realism in art is of the imagination. William Carlos Williams realism imagination art That which is possible is inevitable. William Carlos Williams inevitable Time is a storm in which we are all lost. William Carlos Williams storm lost No ideas but in things. William Carlos Williams no-idea crafts ideas What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another. William Carlos Williams response knows love It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time. William Carlos Williams belief believe facts I thought my friends were damn fools, because they didn't know any better way of conducting their lives. Still they conformed better than I to a code. I wanted to conform but I couldn't so I wrote my poetry. William Carlos Williams conducting fool way It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. William Carlos Williams news found men The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets. William Carlos Williams wraps secret Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and images… It is not a conscious recording of the day’s experiences ‘freshly and with the appearance of reality’… The writer of imagination would find himself released from observing things for the purpose of writing them down later. He would be there to enjoy, to taste, to engage the free world, not a world which he carries like a bag of food, always fearful lest he drop something or someone get more than he. William Carlos Williams imagination writing reality A new music is a new mind. William Carlos Williams new-music music-is mind All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts. William Carlos Williams helen knows heart Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission. William Carlos Williams writing men philosophy