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Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless. - through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.

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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To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.
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I have never been one to write by rule, not even by my own rules.
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I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists unless one should scour the world you have the ground sense necessary.
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Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Your knees are a southern breeze.
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The only human value of anything, writing included, is intense vision of the facts.
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History, history! We fools, what do we know or care.
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There is nothing beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.
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Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.
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No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.
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No ideas but in things.
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To make a start, out of particulars and make them general, rolling up the sum, by defective means Sniffing the trees, just another dog among a lot of dogs.What else is there? And to do?
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all to no end save beauty the eternal-- So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful
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A new music is a new mind.
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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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Remorse is a virtue in that it is a stirrer up of the emotions but it is a folly to accept it is a criticism of conduct.
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If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
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You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and I attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty Shaken by your beauty Shaken.
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Without invention nothing is well-spaced.
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The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky.
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The job of the poet is to use language effectively, his own language, the only language which is to him authentic.
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