“When I was green and blossomed in the Spring I was mute wood. Now I am dead I sing.” — Allen Grossman Copy Share Image
“Poetry is a principle of power invoked by all of us against our vanishing.” — Allen Grossman Copy Share Image
“The Orphic Machine is the poem: A severed head with face turned away that sings.” — Allen Grossman Copy Share Image
If not every one of these people, who were never perfect, is worthy of our love, at least their fate deserves our attention and… — Allen Grossman Copy Share Image
“When I was green and blossomed in the Spring I was mute wood. Now I am dead I sing.” — Allen Grossman Copy Share Image
“Behold, I send the demon I know to relieve your need, An imperfect player at the perfect instrument Who takes in hand The Regulator… — Allen Grossman Copy Share Image
