Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.
William Carlos WilliamsRead
But time in only another liar, so go along the wall a little further: if blackberries prove bitter there'll be mushrooms, fairy-ring mushrooms in the grass, sweetest of all fungi.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that time can be deceptive, but new opportunities will emerge despite challenges.
William Carlos Williams reflects on the nature of time and experience, indicating that while it may mislead us or present us with hardships (symbolized by bitter blackberries), we should keep exploring and moving forward. In doing so, we might discover unexpected joys and delights (represented by the sweet fairy-ring mushrooms). This encapsulates the idea that life is full of ups and downs, but perseverance can lead us to pleasant surprises.
In practice
In a speech about resilience, you could use this quote to illustrate how challenges can give way to new opportunities.
Poets are being pursued by the philosophers today, out of the poverty of philosophy. God damn it, you might think a man had no business to be writing, to be a poet unless some philosophic stinker gave him permission.
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I care not much for a man's religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.
Who is to decide which is the grimmer sight: withered hearts, or empty skulls?
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