Whatever happens with us, your body will haunt mine

Sleeping. Turning in turn like planets rotating in their midnight meadow: a touch is enough to let us know we're not alone in the universe, even in sleep.

Those who speak largely of the human condition are usually those most exempt from its oppressions - whether of sex, race, or servitude.

Poetry can add its grain to an accumulation of consciousness against the idea that there is no alternative - that we're just in the great flow of capitalism and it can never be any different - that this is human destiny, this is human nature.

... passion for survival is the great theme of women's poetry.

Marriage is lonelier than solitude.

I am a woman in the prime of my life, with certain powers and those powers severely limited by authorities whose faces I rarely see.