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If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.

William Carlos Williams

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William Carlos Williams
Age: 79 †
Born: 1883
Born: September 17
Died: 1963
Died: March 4
Autobiographer
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Physician
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Pleasure

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The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets.
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Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again
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I have never been one to write by rule, not even by my own rules.
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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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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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Death will be too late to bring us aid.
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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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There is no comment on pictures but pictures, on music but music, on poems but poetry. If you do, you do. If you don't, you don't. And that's all there is to that.
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History, history! We fools, what do we know or care.
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Nothing whips my blood like verse.
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Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.
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Divorce is the sign of knowledge in our time.
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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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Time is a storm in which we are all lost.
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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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Outside, the north wind, coming and passing, swelling and dying, lifts the frozen sand drives it a-rattle against the lidless windows and we may dear sit stroking the cat stroking the cat and smiling sleepily, prrrr.
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Empty pockets make empty heads.
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And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.
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