William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williamsの名言
Mothlike in mists, scintillant in the minute brilliance of cloudless days, with broad bellying sails they glide to the wind tossing green water from their sharp prows while over them the crew crawls.
O frost bitten blossoms, That are unfolding your wings From out the envious black branches. Bloom quickly and make much of the sunshine. The twigs conspire against you! Hear hem! They hold you from behind.
THESE are the desolate, dark weeks when nature in its barrenness equals the stupidity of man. The year plunges into night and the heart plunges lower than night.
To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens