Houses - the dark side silhouetted on flashes of moonlight!
William Carlos Williams (1883 - 1963)
Contributed by: Zaady
To refine, to clarify, to intensify that eternal moment in which we alone live there is but a single force the imagination.
It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.
The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weedstalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky.
Source: This Strong Light
O Marvelous! what new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
Source: At Dawn, 1914
It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there.
No wreaths please - especially no hothouse flowers. Some common memento is better, something he prized and is known by: his old clothes - a few books perhaps.
Source: Tract, 1917
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