The poet cannot be separated from place. Even placelessness becomes a place.
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Poetry was not under the ownership or province of Europe or New England, though it often appeared otherwise. Something was born in that realization, given life.
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Or now that the world is neither flat nor round but in the shape of a spiral, the shape of the mind of God.
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in a land that had been taken from us—a land no one could own.
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Half of her soul was enmeshed in the internal battle of what am I in this place of loss and heartbreak? How do I bear the weight of my soul?
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his poetry taught me that becoming human was the most honorable task of poetry
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myth as an archetypal reality, not as falsehood
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Here is where poetry showed up, at this intersection of a glimmer of self-knowledge and the need to make art of whatever materials are at hand
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Always my art took place in private places, in the dark, far from public view. Even then, it was what I wanted to do with my life, “to be an artist,” I always answered.
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There is no poetry where there are no mistakes, said the next messenger. I am a human being, I said.