What did William Carlos Williams mean by: The weight of love Has buoyed me up Till my head Knocks against the sky. William Carlos Williams Poet · USA Copy
+ Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Creativity, Damnation, Perception, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Empty pockets make empty heads. Author, August 12, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Intelligence, Poverty, Wealth, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ But the sea which no one tends is also a garden Author, August 19, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Beauty, Neglect, Potential, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ beauty’ is related not to ‘loveliness’ but to a state in which reality plays a part. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Beauty, Reality, State, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Divorce is the sign of knowledge in our time. Author, July 29, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Change, Knowledge, Relationships, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ Imagination though it cannot wipe out the sting of remorse can instruct the mind in its proper uses. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Imagination, Instruction, Remorse, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ I pick the hair from her eyes and watch her misery with compassion. Author, January 15, 2024January 9, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Care, Empathy, Observation, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
+ In summer, the song sings itself. Author, July 28, 2023January 2, 2025, William Carlos Williams, Creativity, Nature, Spontaneity, 0 William Carlos Williams Poet · USA
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I’m not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
If you cannot learn to love real art, at least learn to hate sham art and reject it. William Morris Designer · England
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
