I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon. For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Now I will give you a piece of advice. I will tell you something that I absolutely believe you should do, and if you… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesn’t love it but because it is not afraid of it. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
I remember I was a child, and when I grew up I was a poet. It all happened at sixty miles an hour and… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Yes, the mistrust of poetry has a long history, for a variety of reasons, but they all come down to sentiment and invention over… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
“If there is any irreverence in my own work, I hope it is the irreverence I bear in mistrusting my own sincere self, which… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Every creative act is an act of hypocrisy and violence. You may have to think about it for a while, but I am sure… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might please you-… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Irreverence is a way of playing hooky and remaining present at the same time. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
