William Carlos Williams Quotes

By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northwest—a cold wind.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Spring and All (l. 1-4). . . The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams; Vol. 1, 1909-1939. A. Walton Litz and Christopher MacGowan, eds. (1986) New Directions.
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Then he whirled about bounded into the air and with an entrechat perfectly achieved completed the figure.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Artist (l. 11-15). . . New Yorker Book of Poems, The. (1969) The Viking Press. (Paperback edition of 1974 published by William Morrow & Company).
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Kicking and rolling about the Fair Grounds, swinging their butts, those shanks must be sound to bear up under such rollicking measures, prance as they dance in Breughel's great picture, The Kermess.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Dance (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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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.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. Journal entry for July 7, 1929. The Embodiment Of Knowledge (1974).
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I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Great Figure (l. 3-6). . . Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann and Robert O'Clair, eds. (2d ed., 1988) W. W. Norton & Company.
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You said, Unless there is some spark, some spirit we keep within ourselves, life, a continuing life's impossible—and it is all we have. There is no other life, only the one.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Horse Show (l. 8-11). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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just like you sitting there they come and talk to me, just the same. They come to bother us. Why? I said I don't know. Perhaps to find out what we are doing. Jealous, do you think? I don't know.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Horse Show (l. 13-17). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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Oh is that all? I tho't it was something else. Oh they jump and run too. I wish you had been there, I was so interested to hear about it.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Horse Show (l. 39-42). . . New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.
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The business of love is cruelty which, by our wills, we transform to live together.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Ivy Crown (l. 38-42). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light, young love is.
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963), U.S. poet. The Ivy Crown (l. 71-76). . . Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 1983) W. W. Norton & Company.
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