There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.
William Carlos WilliamsMy first poem was a bolt from the blue โฆ it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. ... it filled me with soul satisfying joy.
William Carlos Williams[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living.
William Carlos Williamsbeautyโ is related not to โlovelinessโ but to a state in which reality plays a part.
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 Williams