We sometimes received - and I would read - 200 manuscripts a week. Some of them were wonderful, some were terrible; most were mediocre. It was like the gifts of the good and bad fairies.
Marilyn Hackeri'm alternatingly brilliant and witless-and sleepless: bed is just a swamp to roll in.
Marilyn HackerI don't know whether a poem has be there to help to develop something. I think it's there for itself, for what the reader finds in it.
Marilyn Hacker