There is a cyclone fence between ourselves and the slaughter and behind it we hover in a calm protected world like netted fish, exactly like netted fish. It is either the beginning or the end of the world, and the… — Carolyn Forche Copy Share Image
A thing may in itself be the finest piece of writing one has ever done, and yet have absolutely no place in the manuscript… — Carolyn Forche Copy Share Image
Poetry is the voice of the soul, whispering, celebrating, singing, even. — Carolyn Forche Copy Share Image
The heart is the toughest part of the body. Tenderness is in the hands. — Carolyn Forche Copy Share Image
We are responsible for the quality of our vision, we have a say in the shaping of our sensibility. In the many thousand daily… — Carolyn Forche Copy Share Image
Blood Dazzler is Patricia Smith's impassioned lyric chronicle of a beloved city in peril, a city whose people were left to die before us all, a people who were the heart of our country and lifeblood of our culture. After rising water, winds and abandonment, after our failure and neglect, comes this symphony of utterance from the ruins: many-voiced, poignant,… — Carolyn Forche Copy Share
If I just work when the spirit moves me, the spirit will ignore me. — Carolyn Forche Copy Share Image
“...the Roanoke valley where mountains hold the breath of the dead between them and lift from each morning a fresh bandage of mist.” — Carolyn Forché Copy Share Image
“He swept the ears to the floor with his arm and held the last of his wine in the air. Something for your poetry,… — Carolyn Forché Copy Share Image
“The memories are few and like dreams of her life resuming a muted sound of snow falling into itself.” — Carolyn Forché Copy Share Image
