Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.
Somewhere the sense makes copper roses steel roses — The rose carried weight of love but love is at an end — of roses It is at the edge of the petal that love waits.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote explores the transitory nature of love, symbolized by roses, suggesting that love can transform and carry weight but ultimately faces an end.
In this quote, William Carlos Williams uses the imagery of roses to convey the complex feelings attached to love. The comparison of 'copper roses' to 'steel roses' represents how love can evolve and intensify, yet the essence of love is fragile and ephemeral, often found at the borders of what appears beautiful. Ultimately, it reflects on the inevitability of love's conclusion, inviting contemplation on the nature of affection and attachment.
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In practice
Example use cases
During a wedding toast, one might reflect on the weight of love with this quote.
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