My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, Give and Take, was about my Aunt Sugar, how I was losing her to her memory loss.
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth. - Natasha Trethewey
The experience of poetry could bring my mother back to me. Poetry offers a different kind of solace - here on earth.
- Natasha Trethewey
A man's pursuit of knowledge is greater than his shortcomings, the limits of his vision. - Natasha Trethewey
A man's pursuit of knowledge is greater than his shortcomings, the limits of his vision.
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, Give and … - Natasha Trethewey
My own journey in becoming a poet began with memory - with the need to record and hold on to what was being lost. One of my earliest poems, Give and …
My obsessions stay the same - historical memory and historical erasure. I am particularly interested in the Americas and how a history that is rooted… - Natasha Trethewey
My obsessions stay the same - historical memory and historical erasure. I am particularly interested in the Americas and how a history that is rooted…
The act of making poetry is an act of hope. - Natasha Trethewey
The act of making poetry is an act of hope.
There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ sim… - Natasha Trethewey
There are indeed all sorts of men/ who visit here: those who want/ nothing but to talk or hear the soft tones/ of a woman's voice; others prefer/ sim…
What is love?/ One name for it is knowledge. - Natasha Trethewey
What is love?/ One name for it is knowledge.
I used to come out here every Fourth of July as a child to picnic and to swim on the island, to tour the fort and wander through it. And all of that … - Natasha Trethewey
I used to come out here every Fourth of July as a child to picnic and to swim on the island, to tour the fort and wander through it. And all of that …
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The… - Natasha Trethewey
First, I emptied the closets of your clothes, threw out the bowl of fruit, bruised from your touch, left empty the jars you bought for preserves. The…
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