the wasting of time is the most personal, most private, most intimate form of conversation with oneself, as well as with another.
A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind. - Mary Ruefle
A poem is a finished work of the mind, it is not the work of a finished mind.
- Mary Ruefle
Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friabl… - Mary Ruefle
Once I witnessed a windstorm so severe two 100-year-old trees were uprooted on the spot. The next day, walking among the wreckage, I found the friabl…
In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to? - Mary Ruefle
In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to listen to?
The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the sec… - Mary Ruefle
The origins of poetry are clearly rooted in obscurity, in secretiveness, in incantation, in spells that must at once invoke and protect, tell the sec…
I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon.… - Mary Ruefle
I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon.…
Now I will give you a piece of advice. I will tell you something that I absolutely believe you should do, and if you do not do it you will never be a… - Mary Ruefle
Now I will give you a piece of advice. I will tell you something that I absolutely believe you should do, and if you do not do it you will never be a…
I hated childhood / I hate adulthood / And I love being alive. - Mary Ruefle
I hated childhood / I hate adulthood / And I love being alive.
I'm lucky enough to occasionally be able to do something I love - write poems - and unlucky enough that what I love confuses and overwhelms me. - Mary Ruefle
I'm lucky enough to occasionally be able to do something I love - write poems - and unlucky enough that what I love confuses and overwhelms me.
We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things. - Mary Ruefle
We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things.
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