#AmericanWriters
I sleep with double pillows since… Is one of them for you-or is it yo… My bed is heaped with books of poe… I fall asleep on yellow legal pads… Oh the orgies in stationery stores…
You can be hurt because you want too much; because in your face it says: love me, nurture me; because in your teeth it says:
Boswell– you old rake– I have tri… your style; but it is no use; my d… all between my selves: and though… make endless notes and jottings th… my memory– it is in vain– for in t…
At dusk Demeter becomes afraid for baby Persephone lost in that hell which she herself created
If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much geography from the shifting of one body
Living in a house near the Black Forest, without any clocks, she’s begun to listen to the walls.
For David Karetsky (April 14, 19… Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time
Already six years past your age! The steps in Rome, the house near Hampstead Heath, & all your fears that you might cease to be
When we become truly ourselves, we… —Suzuki Sick of the self, the self—seducing self— with its games, its fears,
. .Who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when… and tangled in a woman’s body? —Virginia Woolf Every month,
If it is only for the taking off– the velvet cloak, the ostrich feather boa, the dress which slithers to the fl… with the sound of strange men sigh…
My broom with its tufts of roses beckoning at the black, with its crown of thistles, prickling the sky,
The poet fears failure & so she says “Hold on pen— what if the critics hate me?”
At the furthermost reach of the se… where Atlantis sinks under the wak… I have come to heal my life. I knit together like a broken arm. The salt fills the crevices of bon…
Chi vuol esser lieto, sia: di doman non c’e certezza. —Lorenzo di Medici In the poplars’ lengthening shadow… amid the rows of marigolds and ear…