The poor South. Already guilty of slavery, it became guilty of cigarettes.
poetry ... shows with a sudden intense clarity what is already there. - Helen Bevington
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 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…
I don't feel like a survivor. I feel left behind. - Helen Bevington
I don't feel like a survivor. I feel left behind.
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
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…
nobody alive or dead deserves to be called a poetess. - Helen Bevington
nobody alive or dead deserves to be called a poetess.
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
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…
I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had. - Helen Bevington
I always return to Paris, taking my selves along - past self, customary self, the self I never had.
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