“The day they brought him forth to die they feared he might incite the crowd (the man was famous for his eloquence). And so his captors placed upon his face an iron mask in which he could not speak. That… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick of quicksand took… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
I began to write because I was too shy to talk, and too lonely not to send messages. — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
“The day they brought him forth to die they feared he might incite the crowd (the man was famous for his eloquence). And so… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
“I('m the woman who) always forgot where she was-in a state, in a sentence.” — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
Given a blank we can’t help trying to fill it in along lines of customary seeing or saying. But the best poetic lines undermine… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
I think one of poetry's functions is not to give us what we want... The poet isn't always of use to the tribe. The… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
“So what are your poems about? They're about ... how nothing is about, they're not about about. --Heather McHugh, 20-200 on 747” — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
