It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
William Carlos WilliamsA profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
William Carlos WilliamsDanse Russe If I when my wife is sleeping and the baby and Kathleen are sleeping and the sun is a flame-white disc in silken mists above shining trees,-- if I in my north room dance naked, grotesquely before my mirror waving my shirt round my head and singing softly to myself: "I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!" If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
William Carlos Williams