The instant trivial as it is is all we have unless-unless things the imagination feeds upon, the scent of the rose, startle us anew.
William Carlos WilliamsIt is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
William Carlos WilliamsTHESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night.
William Carlos WilliamsFor the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.
William Carlos Williams