William Carlos Williams Quotes

Beyond the gap where the river plunges into the narrow gorge, unseen – and the imagination soars, as a voice beckons, a thundrous voice, endless – as sleep: the voice that has ineluctably called them – that unmoving roar!

Unless there is a new mind there cannot be a new line, the old will go on repeating itself with recurring deadliness.

Minds like beds always made up more stony than a shore unwilling or unable.

To make a start, out of particulars and make them general, rolling up the sum, by defective means – Sniffing the trees, just another dog among a lot of dogs. What else is there? And to do?