My heart is moved by all I cannot save: so much has been destroyed I have to cast my lot with those who age after age, perversely, with no extraordinary power, reconstitute the world.

We see daily that our lives are terrible and little, without continuity, buyable and salable at any moment, mere blips on a screen, that this is the way we live now. Memory marketed as nostalgia; terror reduced to mere suspense, to melodrama.

A book of poems doesn't just come out by chance, an editor has to select it, a publisher has to distribute it or you will never see it.

When one woman tells her truth, it makes a space for other women to tell their truths.

Poetry is above all a concentration of the power of language, which is the power of our ultimate relationship to everything in the universe.

The moment of change is the only poem.

Heterosexuality has been forcibly and subliminally imposed on women. Yet everywhere women have resisted it, often at the cost of physical torture, imprisonment, psychosurgery, social ostracism, and extreme poverty.