William Williams
William Williams
caress neck women
I feel the caress of my own fingerson my own neck as I place my collarand think pityinglyof the kind women I have known.
We will it soand so it ispast all accident.
drink joy last
There is somethingsomething urgentI have to say to youand you alonebut it must waitwhile I drink inthe joy of your approach,perhaps for the last time.
alone drink joy last perhaps urgent wait
There is something something urgent I have to say to you and you alone but it must wait while I drink in the joy of your approach, perhaps for the last time.
genius happy shall
Who shall say I am notthe happy genius of my household?
genius happy shall
Who shall say I am not the happy genius of my household?
plain walk
When I was youngerit was plain to meI must make something of myself.Older nowI walk back streetsadmiring the housesof the very poor. . . .
admiring houses older plain streets walk younger
When I was younger it was plain to me I must make something of myself. Older now I walk back streets admiring the houses of the very poor. . . .
complete fast forget form ought pleasure release resistance slowly whether
Forget all rules, forget all restrictions, as to taste, as to what ought to be said, write for the pleasure of it -- whether slowly or fast -- every form of resistance to a complete release should be abandoned.
life
Everyone in this life is defeated. But a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.
great men personal stress work
The better work men do is always done under stress and at great personal cost.
grateful love moved saw
It was the love of love,the love that swallows up all else,a grateful love,a love of nature, of people,of animals,a love engenderinggentleness and goodnessthat moved meand that I saw in you.
animals gentleness goodness grateful love moved saw
It was the love of love, the love that swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of nature, of people, of animals, a love engendering gentleness and goodness that moved me and that I saw in you.
good understand
I wanted to write a poemthat you would understand.For what good is it to meif you can't understand it?