When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.
O starry night, This is how I want to die
I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]
...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
Craft is a trick you make up to let you write the poem.
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions