William Carlos Williams famous quotes
Last updated: Sep 5, 2024
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The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.
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My first poem was a bolt from the blue … it broke a spell of disillusion and suicidal despondence. … it filled me with soul satisfying joy
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It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
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My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
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The descent beckons as the ascent beckoned
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The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.
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I think all writing is a disease. You can't stop it.
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We 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.
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The pure products of America go crazy
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In summer, the song sings itself.
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It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.
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It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.
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As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.
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A poem is a small machine made out of words.
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The art of the poem nowadays is something unstable; but at least the construction of the poem should make sense; you should know where you stand. Many questions haven't been answered as yet. Our poets may be wrong; but what can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.
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One thing I am convinced more and more is true, and that is this: The only way to be truly happy is to make others happy. When you realize that and take advantage of the fact, everything is made perfect.
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It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.
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I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage!
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There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.
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Nothing whips my blood like verse.
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Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.
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Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
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Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses.
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It is not fair to be old, to put on a brown sweater.
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Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.
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The pure products of America go crazy--mountain folk from Kentucky or the ribbed north end of Jersey with its isolate lakes and valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves.
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History must stay open, it is all humanity.
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we, in that instant, lost, breathless to be witnesses, as if we stood ourselves refreshed among the shining fauna of that fire.
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If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
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The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.
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Poe gives the sense for the first time in America, that literature is serious, not a matter of courtesy but of truth.
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O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.
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Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.
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O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
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Say it, no ideas but in things - nothing but the blank faces of the houses and cylindrical trees bent, forked by preconception and accident - split, furrowed, creased, mottled, stained - secret - into the body of the light!
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Poetry demands a different material than prose. It uses another facet of the same fact … the spontaneous conformation of language as it is heard.
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You have the chicken, the hen, and the rooster. The chicken goes with the hen So who is having sex with the rooster?
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The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of
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History, history! We fools, what do we know or care.
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Sunshine of late afternoon-- On the glass tray a glass pitcher, the tumbler turned down, by which a key is lying--And the immaculate white bed
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Divorce is the sign of knowledge in our time.
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Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.
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There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words.
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Who isn't frustrated and does not prove it by his actions - if you want to say so? But through art the psychologically maimed may become the most distinguished man of his age. Take Freud for instance.
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Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.
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Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.
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all to no end save beauty the eternal-- So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful
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By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast - a cold wind.
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so much depends upon a red wheel barrow
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So different, this man And this woman: A stream flowing In a field.
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Being an art form, verse cannot be "free" in the sense of having no limitations or guiding principle.
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It's the anarchy of poverty delights me, the old yellow wooden house indented among the new brick tenements
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I thought my friends were damn fools, because they didn't know any better way of conducting their lives. Still they conformed better than I to a code. I wanted to conform but I couldn't so I wrote my poetry.
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For what we cannot accomplish, what is denied to love, what we have lost in the anticipation a descent follows, endless and indestructible.
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Unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line, the old will go on repeating itself with recurring deadliness
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Each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form. The effect is beauty, what in a single object resolves our complex feelings of propriety.
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Without invention nothing is well-spaced.
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Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matters like a ship. But poetry is the machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy.
-- William Carlos Williams
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