It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.
William Carlos Williams (1883 - 1963)
Contributed by: Zaady
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
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.
Source: Aux Imagistes, 1914
It's the anarchy of poverty delights me.
Source: The Poor, 1938, st. 1
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