William Carlos Williams Quotes

all to no end save beauty the eternal— So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. At the Ball Game (l. 9-12). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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It is summer, it is the solstice the crowd is cheering, the crowd is laughing in detail permanently, seriously without thought
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. At the Ball Game (l. 31-36). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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It is alive, venomous it smiles grimly its words cut—
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. At the Ball Game (l. 16-18). . . Oxford Book of American Verse, The. F. O. Matthiessen, ed. (1950) Oxford University Press.
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the black wings of the hospital where nothing will grow
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Between Walls (l. 1-5). . . Sleeping on the Wing; an Anthology of Modern Poetry with Essays on Reading and Writing. Kenneth Koch and Kate Farrell. (1981) Random House.
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Green is a solace a promise of peace a fort against the cold (though we did not say so)
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 41-44). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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we, in that instant, lost, breathless to be witnesses, as if we stood ourselves refreshed among the shining fauna of that fire.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 70-75). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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At the thick of the dark the moment of the cold's deepest plunge we brought branches cut from the green trees to fill our need,
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 16-20). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Their time past, pulled down cracked and flung to the fire Mgo up in a roar All recognition lost, burnt clean clean in the flame, the green dispersed,
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Burning the Christmas Greens (l. 1-6). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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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?
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Danse Russe (l. 8-12). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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the sea is circled and sways peacefully upon its plantlike stem
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Flowers by the Sea (l. 7-8). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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