Ocupation: Poet
Life: September 17, 1883 - March 4, 1963
Birthday: September 17
Death: March 4
At our age the imagination across the sorry facts lifts us to make roses stand before thorns. Sure love is cruel and selfish and totally obtuse— at least, blinded by the light, young love is. But we are older, I to love and you to be loved, we have, no matter how, by our wills survived to keep the jeweled prize always at our finger tips. We will it so and so it is past all accident.
source: William Carlos Williams, Charles Tomlinson (1985). “Selected Poems”, p.215, New Directions Publishing
topic: Love, Sorry, Selfish, Sure Love