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

- Helen Bevington

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…

- Helen Bevington

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

- Helen Bevington

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…

- Helen Bevington

nobody alive or dead deserves to be called a poetess.

- Helen Bevington

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

- Helen Bevington

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…

- Helen Bevington

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

- Helen Bevington