When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.
Mark StrandI think the best American poetry is the poetry that utilizes the resources of poetry rather than exploits the defects or triumphs of the poet's personality.
Mark StrandTo open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.
Mark StrandShe stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.
Mark Strand