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 More Quotes by William Carlos Williams More Quotes From William Carlos Williams 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 writingmenphilosophy Unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line, the old will go on repeating itself with recurring deadliness William Carlos Williams linesgoes-onmind The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost. William Carlos Williams stressbusinesswriting No opinion can be trusted; even the facts may be nothing but a printer's error. William Carlos Williams errorsmayhistory 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 momentseternityimagination My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots. William Carlos Williams conformityyouthroots The pure products of America go crazy William Carlos Williams productscrazyamerica Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. William Carlos Williams imaginationusemind Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery. William Carlos Williams dissonanceifsdiscovery Poetry demands a different material than prose. It uses another facet of the same fact... the spontaneous conformation of language as it is heard. William Carlos Williams demanddifferentuse 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 bedsoundsong Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated-thrown aside-a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions. William Carlos Williams defeatedwritingmen As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world William Carlos Williams doerainfall Nothing whips my blood like verse. William Carlos Williams whipsversesblood Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household? William Carlos Williams lonelysleepbaby The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together. William Carlos Williams broken-hearttogetherlove-is Death will be too late to bring us aid. William Carlos Williams aidslate For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities. William Carlos Williams complexityendssimple beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part. William Carlos Williams statesplayreality 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 literaturegivingamerica
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