You happened to me. You were as deep down as Iโve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse.
Marilyn HackerThe woman poet must be either a sexless, reclusive eccentric, with nothing to say specifically to women, or a brilliant, tragic, tortured suicide.
Marilyn HackerI started to send my work to journals when I was 26, which was just a question of when I got the courage up. They were mostly journals I had been reading for the previous six or seven years.
Marilyn Hacker