You slapped my faceOh but so gently I smiledAt the caress.
"William Carlos Williams" was an American poet closely associated with Modernist poetry/modernism and imagism. He was also a pediatrician and general practitioner of medicine.
More William Carlos Williams on Wikipedia.The perfect man of action, is the suicide.
I have discovered that most ofthe beauties of travel are due tothe strange hours we keep to see them. . . .
What power has love but forgiveness?
It is almost impossible to state what one in fact believes, because it is almost impossible to hold a belief and to define it at the same time.
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.
In summer, the song sings itself.
It is not what you say that matters but the manner in which you say it; there lies the secret of the ages.
By listening to his language of his locality the poet begins to learn his craft. It is his function to lift, by use of imagination and the language he hears, the material conditions and appearances of his environment to the sphere of the intelligence where they will have new currency.
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
Thus having prepared their budsagainst a sure winterthe wise treesstand sleeping in the cold.
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.
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