Inspirational quotes by William Carlos Williams.
We sit and talk,quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech
You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.
Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.
It is at the edge of the petal that love waits
If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.
beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.
The business of love is cruelty which,by our wills, we transform to live together.
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?
For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexities.
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
To imitate nature involves the verb to do. To copy is merely to reflect something already there, inertly: Shakespeare's mirror is all that is needed for it. But by imitation we enlarge nature itself, we become nature or we discover in ourselves nature's active part.
There is nothing sacred about literature, it is damned from one end to the other. There is nothing in literature but change and change is mockery. I'll write whatever I damn please, whenever I damn please and as I damn please and it'll be good if the authentic spirit of change is on it.
What power has love but forgiveness?In other wordsby its interventionwhat has been donecan be undone.What good is it otherwise?
Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.
But the seawhich no one tendsis also a garden
I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It's words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem is a complete little universe. It exists separately. Any poem that has any worth expresses the whole life of the poet. It gives a view of what the poet is.
A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.
Their story, yours, mine - it's what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to each other to respect our stories and learn from them.
The HurricaneThe tree lay downon the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.
Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell.
There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.
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