I think these days when there is so little to believe inโโwhen the old loyaltiesโโGod, country, and the hope of Heavenโโaren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe inโโsomeone who seems beautiful.
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