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.
William Carlos WilliamsRead
And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.
Interpretation
This quote explores intimate moments shared between lovers, juxtaposing physicality with the passage of time and change.
In this evocative quote, William Carlos Williams illustrates an intimate encounter marked by tenderness and vulnerability. The imagery of autumn leaves serves as a metaphor for change and the ephemeral nature of relationships, while the description of the body and the act of undressing suggests a raw and profound emotional connection. Together, these elements create a rich tapestry of feeling that reflects both the beauty and complexity of love.
In practice
This quote could be shared during a romantic evening to emphasize the beauty of shared intimacy.
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.
For the beginning is assuredly the end- since we know nothing, pure and simple, beyond our own complexities.
It was the love of love, the love of swallows up all else, a grateful love, a love of natural, of people, of animals, a love ingengering gentleness and goodness that moved meand that I saw in you
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.
No opinion can be trusted; even the facts may be nothing but a printer's error.
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 no greater power in heaven or on earth than pure, unconditional love.
There is enough love and good will in our movement to give energy to our struggle and still have plenty left over to break down and change the climate of hate and fear around us.
'It is love and reason,' I said, 'fleeing from all this madness of war.'
The journey from teaching about love to allowing myself to be loved proved much longer than I realised.
I frequently observe that one pretty face would be followed by five and thirty frights.
Through all of youth I was looking for you_x000D_ without knowing what I was looking for_x000D_ part memory part distance remaining _x000D_ mine in the ways that I learn to miss you_x000D_ from what we cannot hold the stars are made.
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