But come back in November or December, in February or March, when the fog, la nebbia, settles upon the city like a marvelous monster, and you will have little trouble believing that things can appear and disappear in this labyrinthine city, or that time here could easily slip in its sprockets and take you, willingly or unwillingly, back.
Erica JongPoetry is the language we speak in the most terrifying or ecstatic passages of our lives. But the very word poetry scares people. They think of their grade school teachers reciting 'Hiawatha' and they groan.
Erica JongI don't necessarily read everything. I read what I need to read to inspire the book I'm trying to finish.
Erica JongI started with poetry because it was direct, immediate, and short. It was the ecstasy of striking matches in the dark.
Erica Jong