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We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness.
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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If I admire my arms, my face, my shoulders, flanks, buttocks against the yellow drawn shades,-- Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
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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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There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words.
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A poem is a small machine made of words.
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But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.
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and there grows in the mind a scent, it may be, of locust blossoms whose perfume is itself a wind moving to lead the mind away.
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through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones.
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By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.
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A poem is a small machine made out of words.
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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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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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Death will be too late to bring us aid.
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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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Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze. Gaining and failing they are buffeted by a dark wind - But what? On harsh weedstalks the flock has rested - the snow is covered with broken seed husks and the wind tempered with a shrill piping of plenty.
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Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse-- at least, blinded by the light, young love is.
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The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets.
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Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.
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A poem is a small machine made of words. . .Its movement is intrinsic, undulant, a physical more than a literary character.
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The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.
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For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.
William Carlos Williams
