I believe that words can help us move or keep us paralyzed, and that our choices of language and verbal tone have something - a great deal - to do wi….

Increasingly I think of poetry as a theatre of voices, not as coming from a single "I" or from any one position. I want to imagine voices different f….

Motherhood, in the sense of an intense, reciprocal relationship with a particular child, or children, is one part of female process; it is not an ide….

Not biology, but ignorance of ourselves, has been the key to our powerlessness.

A life I didn't choose chose me: even my tools are the wrong ones for what I have to do..

We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever..

Your mind now, moldering like wedding-cake, heavy with useless experience, rich with suspicion, rumour, fantasy, crumbling to pieces under the knife-….

Every journey into the past is complicated by delusions, false memories, false namings of real events..

and I ask myself and you, which of our visions will claim us which will we claim how will we go on living how will we touch, what will we know what w….

We might possess every technological resource... but if our language is inadequate, our vision remains formless, our thinking and feeling are still r….

To write as if your life depended on it; to write across the chalkboard, putting up there in public the words you have dredged; sieved up in dreams, ….

I think many poets, including myself, write both for the voice and for the page. I certainly write for the person alone in the library, who pulls dow….

The mind's passion is all for singling out. Obscurity has another tale to tell..

One of the great functions of art is to help us imagine what it is like to be not ourselves, what it is like to be someone or something else, what it….

To work and suffer is to be at home. All else is scenery..

What we see, we see and seeing is changing.

It is the thirtieth of May, the thirtieth of November, a beginning or an end, we are moving into the solstice and there is so much here I still do no….

Behind all art is an element of desire...Love of life, of existence, love of another human being, love of human beings is in some way behind all art ….

The unconscious wants truth, as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious strug….

In a society where some people are far more educated than others, in which public education is ill-funded - here I am speaking of the U.S. - while we….

A thinking woman sleeps with monsters..