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Quote by William Carlos Williams

“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.”

Quote by William Carlos Williams

Work

Paterson

In this work, the protagonist Paterson navigates the complexities of his own existence while reflecting on the broader issues of life, love, and the human condition through the lens of his daily routine and interactions with the people he encounters on his bus route. more

Author

William Carlos Williams
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams was an American poet born on September 17, 1883, and died on March 4, 1963. His poetry style emphasized colloquialism and the depiction of everyday life, which had a profound impact on American poetry. more

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