Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor. — Marie Ponsot Copy Share Image
Poetry is priceless.... a way of keeping yourself feeling rich and civilized even when you're quite poor. — Marie Ponsot Copy Share Image
Strike deep, divide us from cheap-got doubt, Leap, leap between us and the easy out; Teach us to seize, to use, to sleep well,… — Marie Ponsot Copy Share Image
“One is One Heart, you bully, you punk, I'm wrecked, I'm shocked stiff. You? you still try to rule the world--though I've got you:… — Marie Ponsot Copy Share Image
“Old Mama Saturday" “Saturday’s child must work for a living.” “I’m moving from Grief Street. Taxes are high here though the mortgage’s cheap. The… — Marie Ponsot Copy Share Image
I stand above the tree level I am a tree I catch wind storm breaths My branches claw I drink sky It stretches me… — Marie Ponsot Copy Share Image
