Who you are contributes to your poetry in a number of important ways, but you shouldn't identify with your poems so closely that when they are cut, you're the one that bleeds.
Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us. - Dorianne Laux
Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.
- Dorianne Laux
Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question. - Dorianne Laux
Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question.
I don’t worry anymore about writing. There are times that I go through dry periods. I never go through a block. I’m always writing, but there are tim… - Dorianne Laux
I don’t worry anymore about writing. There are times that I go through dry periods. I never go through a block. I’m always writing, but there are tim…
A poem is like a child; at some point we have to let it go and trust that it will make its own way in the world. - Dorianne Laux
A poem is like a child; at some point we have to let it go and trust that it will make its own way in the world.
I write to invite the voices in, to watch the angel wrestle, to feel the devil gather on its haunches and rise. I write to hear myself breathing. I w… - Dorianne Laux
I write to invite the voices in, to watch the angel wrestle, to feel the devil gather on its haunches and rise. I write to hear myself breathing. I w…
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's. - Dorianne Laux
Good writing works from a simple premise: your experience is not yours alone, but in some sense a metaphor for everyone's.
We're all writing out of a wound, and that's where our song comes from. The wound is singing. We're singing back to those who've been wounded. - Dorianne Laux
We're all writing out of a wound, and that's where our song comes from. The wound is singing. We're singing back to those who've been wounded.
That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it. - Dorianne Laux
That's how it is sometimes--God comes to your window, all bright light and black wings, and you're just too tired to open it.
If trees could speak they wouldn't - Dorianne Laux
If trees could speak they wouldn't
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