A poem is a small machine made of words. . .Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.
William Carlos WilliamsThe Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky
William Carlos Williamsbeautyโ is related not to โlovelinessโ but to a state in which reality plays a part.
William Carlos WilliamsIt is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.
William Carlos Williams