Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.
William Carlos WilliamsWe laughed at the hollyhocks together and then I sprayed them with lye. Forgive me. I simply do not know what I am doing.
William Carlos WilliamsThe business of love is
cruelty which,
by our wills,
we transform
to live together.
I prefer not to starve, to live by the practice of medicine, which combines the best features of both science and philosophy with that imponderable and enlightening element, disease, unknown in its normality to either. But, like Pasteur, when he was young, or anyone else who has something to do, I wish I had more money for my literary experiments.”
William Carlos Williams, c. 1931
I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe in——someone who seems beautiful.
William Carlos WilliamsIt's just a moment, we die every night.
William Carlos WilliamsSo most of my life has been lived in hell.
William Carlos WilliamsAnd yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind.
My surface is myself.
Under which
to witness, youth is
buried. Roots?
Everybody has roots.
Mots clés deep-thoughts william-carlos-williams
THE THOUGHTFUL LOVER
Deny yourself all
half things. Have it
or leave it.
But it will keep—or
it is not worth
the having.
Never start
anything you can't
finish—
However do not lose
faith because you
are starved!
She loves you
she says. Believe it
—tomorrow.
But today
the particulars
of poetry
that difficult art
require
your whole attention.
Mots clés poetry
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