Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for u…

- Marie Howe

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a…

- Marie Howe

We tell each other stories to help each other live. That’s why I read poetry. I read poetry to stay alive. That’s why I went to poetry in the first p…

- Marie Howe

I am living. I remember you.

- Marie Howe

Poetry is telling something to someone.

- Marie Howe

A traitor commits his crime but once. The rest/is retribution.

- Marie Howe

Bedeviled, human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled among them and te…

- Marie Howe

When we think we have something to say we are usually wrong. We are fooling ourselves. Trip into discovery. Don't write what you know, discover somet…

- Marie Howe

Each of us suffers with envy/for the forgiven.

- Marie Howe