There is some history that I want not to have happened. I resist the consequences of being Nemesis.
Poems ought to reflect the the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.
Towns are like people. Old ones often have character, the new ones are interchangeable.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not towisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
Well, there's so much to read, and I'm so far behind.
Perhaps it took several generations to make a man, perhaps it took several combinations and re-creations of his mother’s gentleness and resilience, his father’s enormous energy and appetite for the ne...
A poet is somebody who has written a poem.
In a way, it is beautiful to be young and hard up. With the right wife, and I had her, deprivation becomes a game.
In a way, it is beautiful to be young and hard up. With the right wife, and I had her, deprivation became a game.
When she stopped short just at the lower line of the apple tress, and stood for a moment with her face lifted, I chalked one up in her favor. I had stopped my chair at the exact place, coming out, bec...
She said in response to Hernandez's soft greeting. They had a pact to speak only Spanish to each other, with the result that their conversation never got beyond hello and good-bye.
What if I turn my head? I can look in any direction by turning my wheelchair, and I choose to look back. Rodman to the contrary notwithstanding, that is the only direction we can learn from.
Marian’s eyes absolutely blaze. To meet them is to have a shock of contact as if they were electrically charged. Now you see? You wondered what was in whale’s milk. Don’t you know now? The same thing...
Isn’t it complicated to be human, though? she said. Animals seem to give up their lives so naturally…And after all, I grew up, I married John, I had Debby. So knowing, being able to understand and for...
If you could forget mortality... You could really believe that time is circular, and not linear and progressive as our culture is bent on proving. Seen in geological perspective, we are fossils in the...
What if we had born Bushmen in the Kalahari? What if our parents had been undernourished villagers in Uttar Pradesh, and we faced the problem of commanding the attention of the world on a diet of five...
The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
But I would like to hear your life as you heard it, coming at you, instead of hearing it as I do, a somber sound of expectations reduced, desires blunted, hopes deferred or abandoned, chances lost, de...
You can't retire to weakness -- you've got to learn to control strength.
When we’re young, we take so casually every sacrifice offered by the old.