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The Ivy Crown

Written by: William Carlos (WCW) Williams | Biography
 | Quotes (28) |
 The whole process is a lie,
 unless,
 crowned by excess,
It break forcefully,
 one way or another,
 from its confinement—
or find a deeper well.
 Antony and Cleopatra
 were right;
they have shown
 the way. I love you
 or I do not live
at all.

Daffodil time
 is past. This is
 summer, summer!
the heart says,
 and not even the full of it.
 No doubts
are permitted—
 though they will come
 and may
before our time
 overwhelm us.
 We are only mortal
but being mortal
 can defy our fate.
 We may
by an outside chance
 even win! We do not
 look to see
jonquils and violets
 come again
 but there are,
still,
 the roses!

Romance has no part in it.
 The business of love is
 cruelty which,
by our wills,
 we transform
 to live together.
It has its seasons,
 for and against,
 whatever the heart
fumbles in the dark
 to assert
 toward the end of May.
Just as the nature of briars
 is to tear flesh,
 I have proceeded
through them.
 Keep
 the briars out,
they say.
 You cannot live
 and keep free of
briars.

Children pick flowers.
 Let them.
 Though having them
in hand
 they have no further use for them
 but leave them crumpled
at the curb's edge.

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.



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