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The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned — William Carlos Williams

Rot dead marigolds- an acre at a time! Gold are you? — William Carlos Williams

When I am alone I am happy. — William Carlos Williams

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

A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. — William Carlos Williams

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

You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster? — William Carlos Williams

The perfect man of action, is the suicide. — William Carlos Williams

Sure
love is cruel
and selfish
and totally obtuse
at least, blinded by the light,
young love is. — William Carlos Williams

Through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. — William Carlos Williams

The pure products of America
go crazy ...
... [] No one
to witness
and adjust, no one to drive the car — William Carlos Williams

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

History, history! We fools, what do we know or care. — William Carlos Williams

Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss. — William Carlos Williams

The business of love is
cruelty which,
by our wills,
we transform
to live together. — William Carlos Williams

Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note. — William Carlos Williams

Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery. — William Carlos Williams

Liquor and love rescue the cloudy sense banish its despair give it a home. — William Carlos Williams

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts. — William Carlos Williams

There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words. — William Carlos Williams

A poem is a small machine made out of words. — William Carlos Williams

It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there. — William Carlos Williams

Nothing whips my blood like verse. — William Carlos Williams

Even famous poets such as Marianne Moore and William Carlos Williams were rarely asked to read their poems. — Donald Hall

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

Time is a storm in which we are all lost. — William Carlos Williams

Shoes twisted into incredible lilies. — William Carlos Williams

Empty pockets make empty heads. — William Carlos Williams

So most of my life has been lived in hell. — William Carlos Williams

We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels. — William Carlos Williams

Without invention nothing is well-spaced. — William Carlos Williams

But the sea
which no one tends
is also a garden — William Carlos Williams

A new world is only a new mind. — William Carlos Williams

It's the anarchy of poverty
delights me, the old
yellow wooden house indented
among the new brick tenements — William Carlos Williams

We, in
that instant, lost,
breathless to be witnesses,
as if we stood
ourselves refreshed among
the shining fauna of that fire. — William Carlos Williams

A new music is a new mind. — William Carlos Williams

Old age is
a flight of small
cheeping birds
skimming
bare trees
above a snow glaze. — William Carlos Williams

Why should I go further than I am able? Is it not enough for you that I am perfect? — William Carlos Williams

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

No opinion can be trusted; even the facts may be nothing but a printer's error. — William Carlos Williams

And this moral? As with the deformed Aesop, morals are the memory of success that no longer succeeds. — William Carlos Williams

If there is progress then there is a novel. — William Carlos Williams

beauty' is related not to 'loveliness' but to a state in which reality plays a part. — William Carlos Williams

Minds like beds always made up (more stony than a shore) unwilling or unable. — William Carlos Williams

Fools have big wombs. — William Carlos Williams

And there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away. — William Carlos Williams

The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic. — William Carlos Williams

Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matters like a ship. But poetry is the machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy. — William Carlos Williams

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

Say it! No ideas but in things. — William Carlos Williams

For the beginning is assuredly
the end- since we know nothing, pure
and simple, beyond
our own complexities. — William Carlos Williams

Being an art form, verse cannot be "free" in the sense of having no limitations or guiding principle. — William Carlos Williams

[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living. — William Carlos Williams

Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge — William Carlos Williams

You're a romanticist. What do you think a man is, a papaya? To digest your dinner? In pill form? — William Carlos Williams

The Hurricane
The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it. — William Carlos Williams

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

The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky — William Carlos Williams

Unsignificantly
off the coast
there was
a splash quite unnoticed
this was
Icarus drowning — William Carlos Williams

The poet thinks with his poem... — William Carlos Williams

The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost. — William Carlos Williams

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

Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again — William Carlos Williams

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

I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion. — William Carlos Williams

To hell with everything I myself have ever written. — William Carlos Williams

For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible. — William Carlos Williams

By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind. — William Carlos Williams

A house is sometimes wine. It is sometimes more than a skin. — William Carlos Williams

The past above, the future below
and the present pouring down: the roar,
the roar of the present, a speech
is, of necessity, my sole concern. — William Carlos Williams

Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight! — William Carlos Williams

As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight. — William Carlos Williams

It's a strange courage
you give me ancient star:
Shine alone in the sunrise
toward which you lend no part! — William Carlos Williams

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated. — William Carlos Williams

Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. — William Carlos Williams

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits. — William Carlos Williams

The noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling. — William Carlos Williams

There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will. — William Carlos Williams

The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets. — William Carlos Williams

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

My first poem was a bolt from the blue ... it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy — William Carlos Williams

O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity. — William Carlos Williams

If they give you lined paper, write the other way. — William Carlos Williams

Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels. — William Carlos Williams

It is at the edge of the
petal that love waits — William Carlos Williams

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world — William Carlos Williams

A poem is a small machine made of words ... Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character. — William Carlos Williams

My surface is myself.
Under which
to witness, youth is
buried. Roots?
Everybody has roots. — William Carlos Williams

So much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens. — William Carlos Williams

The only realism in art is of the imagination. — William Carlos Williams

All to no end save beauty
the eternal
So in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful — William Carlos Williams

He was always on the point of 'going away', where it didn't seem to matter ... — William Carlos Williams

Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell. — William Carlos Williams

Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct. — William Carlos Williams

The set pieces of your faces stir me - leading citizens - but not in the same way. — William Carlos Williams

they are mystified by certain instances. — William Carlos Williams

That which is possible is inevitable. — William Carlos Williams

In summer, the song sings itself. — William Carlos Williams

In description words adhere to certain objects, and have the effect on the sense of oysters, or barnacles. — William Carlos Williams

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it. — William Carlos Williams