Take earth for your own large room and the floor of earth carpeted with sunlight and hung round with silver wind for your dancing place.

- May Swenson

Bat doesn't hit ball, bat meets it.

- May Swenson

The best poetry has its roots in the subconscious to a great degree. Youth, naivety, reliance on instinct more than learning and method, a sense of f…

- May Swenson

Body my house my horse my hound what will I do when you are fallen

- May Swenson

Love is ... the bite into bread again.

- May Swenson

Poetry can magnify experience.

- May Swenson

The summer that I was ten - Can it be there was only one summer that I was ten? It must have been a long one then.

- May Swenson