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.
I am, as ever, a poor sinner, a captive of eternal love, running by the side of His triumphal chariot, and I have no desire to be anything else as long as I live.
Just as one candle lights another and can light thousands of other candles, so one heart illuminates another heart and can illuminate thousands of other hearts.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Ye may have a greater prince, but ye shall never have a more loving prince.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.
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