“ The HillI have come this far on my own legs,missing the bus, missing taxis,climbing always. One foot in front of the other,that is the way I do it.It does not bother me, the way the hill goes on.Grass… Mark Strand
“ I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes. Mark Strand
“ We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention. Mark Strand
“ Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems,And what is invisible stays that way. Mark Strand
“ I is for immortality, which for some poets is a necessary compensation. Presumably miserable in this life, they will be remembered when the rest of us are long forgotten. None of them asks about the q… Mark Strand
“ No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never co… Mark Strand
“ What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfortOf being strangers, at least to ourselves. Mark Strand
“ And into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleepWe'll fall, and there in the faded light discover the bones,The dust, the bitter remains of someone who might have been Had we not taken his place. Mark Strand
“ There is no end to what we can learn. The book out thereTells us as much, and was never written with us in mind. Mark Strand
“ ...Then a man turnedAnd said to me: "Although I love the past, the dark of it,The weight of it teaching us nothing, the loss of it, the allOf it asking for nothing, I will love the twenty-first centur… Mark Strand
“ From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your roomAnd made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking upFrom your book, saw it the mome… Mark Strand
“ Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imaginedfuture, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love ora passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convincedthat even the… Mark Strand
“ In a fieldI am the absenceof field.This isalways the case.Wherever I amI am what is missing. Mark Strand
“ Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.There is no happiness like mine.I have been eating poetry. Mark Strand
