“As a child, I was abandoned in a story made of trees. Here’s the small gasp of this clearing come “upon” “again” — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
I am attracted to looking at the different things language can mean even in one sometimes quite ordinary utterance. Writing is partly about listening… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
People probably long for something genuinely personal in a society where the personal is often indistinguishable from the "personalized." Maybe the poetry audience member… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
Like most of my poems, 'Lie' has several sources: I read a very troubling book called The Sixth Extinction. I took note of the… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
Poets tend to form loose groups - the "Romantics" or the "Imagists". And sometimes they write manifestoes in the name of these groups. This… — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone. — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
Metaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy. — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
Carried by light, images remain while sensation is so evanescent as to be always beyond belief. — Rae Armantrout Copy Share Image
