I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had..

being asked to decide between your passion for work and your passion for children was like being asked by your doctor whether you preferred him to re….

I had a perfect confidence, still unshaken, in books. If you read enough you would reach the point of no return. You would cross over and arrive on t….

It seems an odd idea to my students that poetry, like all art, leads us away from itself, back to the world in which we live. It furnishes the vision….

The poor South. Already guilty of slavery, it became guilty of cigarettes..

poetry ... shows with a sudden intense clarity what is already there..

nobody alive or dead deserves to be called a poetess..

I don't feel like a survivor. I feel left behind..