William Carlos Williams

Without invention nothing is well spaced,
unless the mind change, unless
the stars are new measured, according
to their relative positions, the
line will not change, the necessity
will not matriculate: unless there is
a new mind there cannot be a new
line, the old will go on
repeating itself with recurring
without invention the line
will never again take on its ancient
divisons when the word, a supple word,
lived in it, crumbled now to chalk.