Re-vision -- the act of looking back, of seeing with fresh eyes, of entering an old text from a new critical direction - is for women more than a chapter in cultural history: it is an act of survival.

Women have always been seen as waiting: waited to be asked, waiting for our menses, in fear lest they do or do not come, waiting for men to come home from wars, or from work, waiting for children to grow up, or for the birth of a new child, or for menopause.

Poems are like dreams: in them you put what you don't know you know.

Art means nothing if it simply decorates the dinner table of power which holds it hostage.

I do not think [poetry] is more, or less, necessary than food, shelter, health, education, decent working conditions. It is as necessary.

I'd call it love if love didn't take so many years but lust too is a jewel.

The more I live, the more I think, two people together is a miracle.