You're a romanticist. What do you think a man is, a papaya? To digest your dinner? In pill form?
William Carlos WilliamsThe pure products of America
go crazy...
...[] No one
to witness
and adjust, no one to drive the car
Tag: poetry anthropology
I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.
William Carlos WilliamsTag: writing
Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
William Carlos WilliamsTag: time
A new music is a new mind.
William Carlos WilliamsIt is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.
William Carlos WilliamsThe noiseless wheels of my car
rush with a crackling sound over
dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
At our age the imagination
across the sorry facts
lifts us
to make roses
stand before thorns.
Sure
love is cruel
and selfish
and totally obtuse—
at least, blinded by the light,
young love is.
But we are older,
I to love
and you to be loved,
we have,
no matter how,
by our wills survived
to keep
the jeweled prize
always
at our finger tips.
We will it so
and so it is
past all accident.
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 WilliamsThe beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
William Carlos WilliamsTag: beauty
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