We sit and talk quietly,
with long lapses of silence,
and I am aware of the stream that has no language,
coursing beneath the quiet heaven of your eyes, which has no speech.
William Carlos Williams (via pavorst)

(via silencesounds)

The Red Wheelbarrow  so much dependsupona red wheelbarrowglazed with rainwaterbeside the whitechickens.—William Carlos Williams Photograph: William Carlos Williams with a few friends, unfortunately the photographer is unknown. From parabola-magazine.

The Red Wheelbarrow 

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

—William Carlos Williams

Photograph: William Carlos Williams with a few friends, unfortunately the photographer is unknown.

From parabola-magazine.

listen

“In summer, the song sings itself.” ~William Carlos Williams.

Beautiful. Thank you, Kirsten.

Alfred Stieglitz, Looking Northwest from the Shelton, 1932 The Great FigureAmong the rainand lightsI saw the figure 5in goldon a redfire truckmovingtenseunheededto gong clangssiren howlsand wheels rumblingthrough the dark city —by William Carlos Williams Courtesy of Weimar

Alfred Stieglitz, Looking Northwest from the Shelton, 1932

The Great Figure

Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
fire truck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city

—by William Carlos Williams

Courtesy of Weimar

Elizabeth Colwell, Winter Landscape, 1911. From the Indianapolis Museum Of Art. Winter Trees “All the complicated detailsof the attiring andthe disattiring are completed!A liquid moonmoves gently amongthe long branches.Thus having prepared their budsagainst a sure winterthe wise treesstand sleeping in the cold.”—William Carlos Williams Courtesy of The Blue Lantern

Elizabeth Colwell, Winter Landscape, 1911. From the Indianapolis Museum Of Art.

Winter Trees

“All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.

Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.”

—William Carlos Williams

Courtesy of The Blue Lantern

The descent beckons
as the ascent beckoned.
William Carlos Williams, The Descent, epigraph from City of Bones by Cassandra Clare (via epigraphic)
Pastoral WHEN I was youngerit was plain to meI must make something of myself.Older nowI walk back streetsadmiring the housesof the very poor:roof out of line with sidesthe yards clutteredwith old chicken wire, ashes,furniture gone wrong;the fences and outhousesbuilt of barrel stavesand parts of boxes, all,if I am fortunate,smeared a bluish greenthat properly weatheredpleases me best of all colors.    No onewill believe thisof vast import to the nation. — William Carlos Williams (Photograph: WCW, seated, wearing hat and holding kittens from the Yale University Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library)  Thank you Memory Green

Pastoral

WHEN I was younger
it was plain to me
I must make something of myself.
Older now
I walk back streets
admiring the houses
of the very poor:
roof out of line with sides
the yards cluttered
with old chicken wire, ashes,
furniture gone wrong;
the fences and outhouses
built of barrel staves
and parts of boxes, all,
if I am fortunate,
smeared a bluish green
that properly weathered
pleases me best of all colors.

    No one
will believe this
of vast import to the nation.

— William Carlos Williams (Photograph: WCW, seated, wearing hat and holding kittens from the Yale University Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library) 

Thank you Memory Green