Strange & Prophetic Dreams of the Indian People. This is a touching story of a great grandmother instilling the Indian spirit in her great grandson. It gives guidelines for a glorious future: ‘We have had enough now of talk. Let there be deeds.’ In the words that follow we have written simply and wholly what we believe, believing that only God is the Knower. That men should love one another and understand one another is the great message of the visions of the Indian peoples told about in this book, nothing of selfishness nor vanity, nothing of narrowness nor pride. We write what we feel deep in our hearts, and the bulk of the book is the expression of this feeling. On the other hand, we wish to write about only what is reasonable and intelligent, so, in the appendix at the back of this book, we give what we consider reasonable and intelligent answers to why the study of prophetic dreams has value, how they fit patterns, and how it may be possible to understand them.
The Autobiography is an unpretentious book; it reads much as Williams talked--spontaneously and often with a special kind of salty humor. But it is a very human story, glowing with warmth and sensitivity. It brings us close to a rare man and lets us share his affectionate concern for the people to whom he ministered, body and soul, through a long rich life as physician and writer.
Considered by many to be the most characteristically American of our twentieth-century poets, William Carlos Williams "wanted to write a poem / that you would understand / ,,,But you got to try hard—." So that readers could more fully understand the extent of Williams' radical simplicity, all of his published poetry, excluding Paterson, was reissued in two definite volumes, of which this is the first.
How would you feel if the first man you remembered living in the house with your mother wasn't your father after all? What if the second father figure drove you and your brother to an orphanage, dropping you off at the age of four? And after a few years as a Catholic, you were taken out of the orphanage and put in a Christian scientist school? What if you had to change your last name then? Would you have been happy? What if you went from there to another private school with a different religion and then to a public school at age thirteen? Would you have had many friends? What if you suddenly met your real father, who you had been told was dead, and was given your real last name? What kind of person would you be? Would you have understood why your brother left home when he turned eighteen? And if you got a scholarship and went to college, leaving you mother to live alone, would you then be happy? Would the rest of your life then be stable and fulfilling?
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