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In summer, the song sings itself.
William Carlos Williams
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William Carlos Williams
Age: 79 †
Born: 1883
Born: September 17
Died: 1963
Died: March 4
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What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?
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A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.
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My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
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Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.
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THESE 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.
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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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Afraid lest he be caught up in a net of words, tripped up, bewildered and so defeated-thrown aside-a man hesitates to write down his innermost convictions.
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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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I have never been one to write by rule, not even by my own rules.
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Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?
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