William Carlos Williams Quotes

If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.

Their story, yours, mine - it's what we all carry with us on this trip we take, and we owe it to eac...

Danse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a fl...

Time is a storm in which we are all lost.

I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.

The beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a c...

Your thighs are appletrees. Your knees are a southern breeze.

There is nothing sacred about literature, it is damned from one end to the other. There is nothing i...

But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter t...

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

The HurricaneThe tree lay downon the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to...

To imitate nature involves the verb to do. To copy is merely to reflect something already there, ine...

so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.

Writing is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and ima...

It is at the edge of the petal that love waits

But the seawhich no one tendsis also a garden

You lethargic, waiting upon me,waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautySh...

I would say poetry is language charged with emotion. It's words, rhythmically organized . . . A poem...

A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.

We sit and talk,quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language...

There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in ...

unsignificantlyoff the coastthere wasa splash quite unnoticedthis was Icarus drowning

For the beginning is assuredlythe end- since we know nothing, pureand simple, beyondour own complexi...

All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.

Hold back the edges of your gown, Ladies, we are going through hell.

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

beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part.

We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, the...

What power has love but forgiveness?In other wordsby its interventionwhat has been donecan be undone...

What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision so that through frequent failur...