What did William Carlos Williams mean by: A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring. - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA Copy
+ All women are not Helen, I know that, but have Helen in their hearts. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Heart, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Compassion, Eye, Hair, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Imagination, Mind, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ all to no end save beauty the eternal– So in detail they, the crowd, are beautiful Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Beautiful, Beauty, Human, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ In summer, the song sings itself. Feraz Zeid, July 28, 2023December 12, 2023, William Carlos Williams, Nature, Summer, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Dues, Hours, Strange, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Among of green stiff old bright broken branch come white sweet May again Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Broken, Sweet, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ The American idiom has much to offer us that the English language has never heard of Feraz Zeid, January 15, 2024January 15, 2024, William Carlos Williams, Heard, Language, 0 - William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Every man has a rainy corner of his life whence comes foul weather which follows him. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
