At our age the imagination across the sorry facts lifts us to make roses stand before thorns. Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light, young love is. But we are older, I to love and you to be loved, we have, no matter how, by our wills survived to keep the jeweled prize always at our finger tips. We will it so and so it is past all accident.
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 WilliamsMost of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them
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 Williams