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The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets.
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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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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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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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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There's nothing sentimental about a machine, and: A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words.
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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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Either I exist or I do not exist, and no amount of pap which I happen to be lapping can dull me to the loss.
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It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
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Each speech having its own character, the poetry it engenders will be peculiar to that speech also in its own intrinsic form. The effect is beauty, what in a single object resolves our complex feelings of propriety.
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In summer, the song sings itself.
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Without invention nothing is well-spaced.
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If it ain't a pleasure, it ain't a poem.
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Liquor and love rescue the cloudy sense banish its despair give it a home.
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One by one the objects are defined? It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf But now the stark dignity of entrance?Still, the profound change has come upon them: rooted, they grip down and begin to awaken.
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all to no end save beauty the eternal-- So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful
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What can any of us do with his talent but try to develop his vision, so that through frequent failures we may learn better what we have missed in the past.
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Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.
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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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[History is] a tyranny over the souls of the dead - and so the imagination of the living.
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The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.
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