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I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage!
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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First we have to see. Or first we have to be taught to see. We have to be taught to see here, because here is everywhere, related to everywhere else, and if we don't see, hear, taste, smell and feel in this place - not only will we never know anything but the world of sense will be by that much diminished everywhere.
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Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.
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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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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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O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
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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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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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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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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.
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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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the set pieces of your faces stir me - leading citizens - but not in the same way.
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The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of
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Prose may carry a load of ill-defined matters like a ship. But poetry is the machine which drives it, pruned to a perfect economy.
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Why do I write today? The beauty of the terrible faces of our nonentities stirs me to it: colored women day workers- old and experienced- returning home at dusk, in cast off clothing faces like old Florentine oak.
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Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.
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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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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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