Poetry Finds Its Perilous Equilibrium Somewhere Between

In The Country Of Pain We Are Each Alone.

Women's Work Is Always Toward Wholeness.

Being Very Rich As Far As I Am Concerned Is Having A Margin. The Margin Is Being Able To Give.

We Have To Make Myths Of Our Lives, The Point Being That If We Do, Then Every Grief Or Inexplicable Seizure By Weather, Woe, Or Work Can-if We Discipline Ourselves And Think Hard Enough-be Turned To Account, Be Made To Yield Further Insight Into What It Is To Be Alive, To Be A Human Being.

Each New Poem Is Partly Propelled By The Formal Energies Of All The Poems That Have Preceded It In The History Of Literature.