William Carlos Williams quotes - page 2

So different, this man And this woman: A stream flowing In a field. (William Carlos Williams)
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.
William Carlos Williams
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 Williams
I lie here thinking of you: the stain of love is upon the world!
William Carlos Williams
A poem is this:/A nuance of sound/delicately operating/upon a cataract of sense/... the particulars/of a song waking/upon a bed of sound.
William Carlos Williams
As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.
William Carlos Williams
It is difficult to get the news from poems.
William Carlos Williams
Only give me time.
William Carlos Williams
Lift your flowers on bitter stems chickory! Lift them up out of the scorched ground! Bear no foliage but give yourself wholly to that! Strain under them you bitter stems that no beast eats - and scorn greyness!
William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
William Carlos Williams
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. (William Carlos Williams)
As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world.
William Carlos Williams
Dissonance / (if you are interested) / leads to discovery.
William Carlos Williams
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.
William Carlos Williams
beauty' is related not to ‘loveliness' but to a state in which reality plays a part.
William Carlos Williams
My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
William Carlos Williams
All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
William Carlos Williams
There's a lot of bastards out there!
William Carlos Williams
It is in tune with the tempo of life - scattered yet welded into the whole, - broken, yet woven together.
William Carlos Williams
I liked this because of the elimination of the essential in the composition. I cut it down and down, and down. This squeezed up to make it vivid.
William Carlos Williams
Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household? (William Carlos Williams)
The storm bursts.
William Carlos Williams
The storm unfolds.
William Carlos Williams
I come, my sweet.
William Carlos Williams
To tell the truth, I myself never quite feel that I know what I am talking about - if I did, and when I do, the thing written seems nothing to me. However, what I do write and allow to survive I always feel is worth while and that nobody else has ever come as near as I have to the thing I have intimated if not expressed. To me it's a matter of first understanding that which may not be put to words. I might add more but to no purpose. In a sense, I must express myself, you're right, but always completely incomplete if that means anything.
William Carlos Williams