William Williams
William Williams
art poetry sensual
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
lined
If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
dream feet others remain
I have had my dream -- like others --and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky.
carelessly dream feet ground others remain
I have had my dream -- like others -- and it has come to nothing, so that I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky.
beauties discovered due hours strange travel
I have discovered that most ofthe beauties of travel are due tothe strange hours we keep to see them. . . .
beauties discovered due hours strange travel
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them. . . .
eyes poets
Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.
surface youth
My surface is myself.Under whichto witness, youth isburied. Roots?Everybody has roots.
everybody surface youth
My surface is myself. Under which to witness, youth is buried. Roots? Everybody has roots.
dating night room
Night is a room darkened for lovers. . . .
fire love
Love you? It'sa fire in the blood, willy-nilly!
bewildered
O Marvelous! what new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
beds minds
Minds like beds always made up,(more stony than a shore)unwilling or unable.
completed imagination life valuable
Life is valuable -- when completed by the imagination. And then only.