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

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

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

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

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

What is love?/ One name for it is knowledge.

- Natasha Trethewey

The act of making poetry is an act of hope.

- 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…

- Natasha Trethewey