William Williams
William Williams
current difficulty everyday habits lives lucky lying pure push secret seldom send speech spring telling themselves thousand
This is where the difficulty lies. We are lucky when that underground current can be tapped and the secret spring of all our lives will send up its pure water. It seldom happens. A thousand trivialities push themselves to the front, our lying habits of everyday speech and thought are foremost, telling us that that is what "they" want to hear. Tell them something else.
lies lies-and-lying manner matters secret
It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.
closes cold round sorrow
Sorrow is my own yardwhere the new grassflames as it has flamedoften before but notwith the cold firethat closes round me this year.
red
so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.
beside depends rain red water wheel white
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
pass solitary ten walls
At ten a.m. the young housewifemoves about in negligee behindthe wooden walls of her husband's house.I pass solitary in my car.
ground perform teach
I will teach you my townspeoplehow to perform a funeralfor you have it over a troopof artists--unless one should scour the world--you have the ground sense necessary.
blind lives
We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness.
bad bitter choose dreams left turn
Well--all things turn bitter in the endwhether you choose the right orthe left wayand--dreams are not a bad thing.
bad bitter choose dreams left turn whether
Well-- all things turn bitter in the end whether you choose the right or the left way and-- dreams are not a bad thing.
late spring
Here it is spring againand I still a young man!I am late at my singing.
inside itself shall storm time
Time is a storm in which we are all lost. Only inside the convolutions of the storm itself shall we find our directions.
best born
I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!
either ourselves
But we who are wisershut ourselves inon either handand no one knowswhether we think goodor evil.