Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and we may dear sit stroking the cat stroking the cat and smiling sleepily, prrrr.
William Carlos WilliamsThe pure products of America go crazy--mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves.
William Carlos WilliamsThe 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 WilliamsI'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.
William Carlos WilliamsTHE THOUGHTFUL LOVER Deny yourself all half things. Have it or leave it. But it will keepโor it is not worth the having. Never start anything you can't finishโ However do not lose faith because you are starved! She loves you she says. Believe it โtomorrow. But today the particulars of poetry that difficult art require your whole attention.
William Carlos WilliamsPoets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.
William Carlos WilliamsWhat power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?
William Carlos WilliamsMan has survived hitherto because he was too ignorant to know how to realise his wishes- Now that he can realise them, he must either change them or perish
William Carlos WilliamsHell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience; sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?
William Carlos WilliamsSay it, no ideas but in things - nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident - split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained - secret - into the body of the light!
William Carlos WilliamsSometimes I find myself thinking, rather wistfully, about Lao Tzu's famous dictum: 'Govern a great nation as you would cook a small fish.' All around me I see something very different, let us say - a number of angry dwarfs trying to grill a whale.
William Carlos WilliamsThere is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.
William Carlos WilliamsFor the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.
William Carlos WilliamsIt's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
William Carlos WilliamsAs birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.
William Carlos WilliamsTo refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.
William Carlos WilliamsWriting is not a searching about in the daily experience for apt similes and pretty thoughts and imagesโฆ It is not a conscious recording of the dayโs experiences โfreshly and with the appearance of realityโโฆ The writer of imagination would find himself released from observing things for the purpose of writing them down later. He would be there to enjoy, to taste, to engage the free world, not a world which he carries like a bag of food, always fearful lest he drop something or someone get more than he.
William Carlos WilliamsThe American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of
William Carlos WilliamsBy listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.
William Carlos WilliamsTHESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night.
William Carlos WilliamsFirst we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else, and if we don't see, hear, taste, smell and feel in this place - not only will we never know anything but the world of sense will be by that much diminished everywhere.
William Carlos WilliamsIt is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
William Carlos WilliamsA 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 WilliamsThere 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.
William Carlos WilliamsRemorse 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 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.
William Carlos WilliamsWhat can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.
William Carlos WilliamsEither 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 WilliamsWhat "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
William Carlos WilliamsIt is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
William Carlos Williams