“The Well or the Cup How can you tell at the start what you can give away and what you must hold to your heart. What is the well and what is a cup. Some people get drunk up.” — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
A too closely watched flower/blossoms the wrong color./Excess attention to the jonquil/turns it gentian. Flowers/need it tranquil to get/their hues right. Some/only open at… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
I simply want to celebrate the fact that right near your home, year in and year out, a community college is quietly - and… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection. — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
“ Stardust is the hardest thing to hold out for. You must make of yourself a perfect plane- something still upon which something settles-… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
What keeps me writing is that I can only know through writing. My major sense organ is apparently a pencil. — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
Forgetting takes space./Forgotten matters displace/as much anything else as/anything else. We must/skirt unlabeled crates/as thought it made sense/and take them when we go/to other… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
“The Self Is Not Portable The self is not portable. It cannot be packed. It comes sneaking back to any place from which it's… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest. — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
Gaps don't/just happen./There is a/generative element/inside them,/a welling motion/ as when cold/waters shoulder/up through/warmer oceans./And where gaps/choose to widen,/coordinates warp,/even in places/constant since/the oldest… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
“Hide and Seek It's hard not to jump out instead of waiting to be found. It's hard to be alone so long and then… — Kay Ryan Copy Share Image
