I choose to love this time for once with all my intelligence -from "Splittings

I think poets should work in the non-literary, non-academic world, get to know more than a workshop or a university.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.

We need to imagine a world in which every woman is the presiding genius of her own body. In such a world women will truly create new life, bringing forth not only children if and as we choose but the visions, and the thinking, necessary to sustain, console and alter human existence-a new relationship to the universe. Sexuality, politics, intelligence, power, motherhood, work, community, intimacy will develop new meanings; thinking itself will be transformed. This is where we have to begin.

Abortion is violence; a deep, desperate violence inflicted by a woman upon, first of all, herself.

Since we're not young, weeks have to do time for years of missing each other.Yet only this odd warp in time tells me we're not young.

The unconscious wants truth, as the body does. The complexity and fecundity of dreams come from the complexity and fecundity of the unconscious struggling to fulfill that desire. The complexity and fecundity of poetry come from the same struggle.