William Williams
William Williams
history stay
History must stay open, it is all humanity.
begins history
History, history! We fools, what do we know or care? History begins for us with murder and enslavement, not with discovery.
beginning delights imagination neither nor order seasons usual
There is neither beginning nor end to the imagination but it delights in its own seasons reversing the usual order at will.
array art becomes cling close detail devil difficulty direct eternally finality good imagination knowing lie lifting modern natural scientific scrutiny senses sets stands thus value virtual walking works
But the thing that stands eternally in the way of really good writing is always one: the virtual impossibility of lifting to the imagination those things which lie under the direct scrutiny of the senses, close to the nose. It is this difficulty that sets a value upon all works of art and makes them a necessity. The senses witnessing what is immediately before them in detail see a finality which they cling to in despair, not knowing which way to turn. Thus this so-called natural or scientific array becomes fixed, the walking devil of modern life.
art employment exist object poet poetry senses sensual since
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It is directly, that is, of the senses, and since the senses do not exist without an object for their employment all art is necessarily objective. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
art poetry sensual
But all art is sensual and poetry particularly so. It doesn't declaim or explain, it presents.
caress neck women
I feel the caress of my own fingerson my own neck as I place my collarand think pityinglyof the kind women I have known.
lined
If they give you lined paper, write the other way.
dream feet others remain
I have had my dream -- like others --and it has come to nothing, so thatI remain now carelesslywith feet planted on the groundand look up at the sky.
carelessly dream feet ground others remain
I have had my dream -- like others -- and it has come to nothing, so that I remain now carelessly with feet planted on the ground and look up at the sky.
beauties discovered due hours strange travel
I have discovered that most ofthe beauties of travel are due tothe strange hours we keep to see them. . . .
beauties discovered due hours strange travel
I have discovered that most of the beauties of travel are due to the strange hours we keep to see them. . . .
late spring
Here it is spring againand I still a young man!I am late at my singing.
best born
I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!