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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.
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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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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What love is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
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It's a strange courage you give me ancient star: Shine alone in the sunrise toward which you lend no part!
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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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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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For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.
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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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Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!
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Without invention nothing is well-spaced.
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For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.
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The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky
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In summer, the song sings itself.
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The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.
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Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches They enter the new world naked, cold, uncertain of all save that they enter.
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the set pieces of your faces stir me - leading citizens - but not in the same way.
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All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts.
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