Showing posts with label William Carlos Williams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label William Carlos Williams. Show all posts

separate words

Marianne’s [Moore] words remain separate.

—William Carlos Williams, Spring and All

machine of words

A poem is a small (or large) machine made of words. When I say there’s nothing sentimental about a poem I mean that there can be no part, as in any other machine, that is redundant.

—William Carlos Williams, Selected Essays (New Directions, 1954) p. 256

William Carlos Williams

A poem is a small (or large) machine made out of words.
—William Carlos Williams

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