William Carlos Williams, Paterson Quotes
We sit and talk, quietly, with long lapses of silenceand I am aware of the streamthat has no language, coursingbeneath the quiet heaven ofyour eyeswhich has no speech
You lethargic, waiting upon me, waiting for the fire and Iattendant upon you, shaken by your beautyShaken by your beauty Shaken.
A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.
