158 Quotes by William Carlos Williams

As the rain falls so does your love bathe every open object of the world.

By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast – a cold wind.

The poem is a capsule where we wrap up our punishable secrets.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

I will teach you my townspeople how to perform a funeral for you have it over a troop of artists unless one should scour the world you have the ground sense necessary.

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.

No opinion can be trusted; even the facts may be nothing but a printer’s error.

A new music is a new mind.

For there is a wind or a ghost of wind in all books echoing the life there, a high wind that fills the tubes of the ear until we think we hear a wind, actual.