You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken.
William Carlos WilliamsWe sit and talk quietly, with long lapses of silence, and I am aware of the stream that has no language, coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.
William Carlos WilliamsEither I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.
William Carlos Williams