Hell 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 WilliamsMy surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
William Carlos WilliamsThe business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.
William Carlos WilliamsPoetry 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 WilliamsIt's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
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 Williams