One could not live without delicacy, but when / I think of love I think of the big, clumsy-looking / hands of my grandmother, each knuckle a knob. — Mona Van Duyn Copy Share Image
In politics, arts / no issue's dramatic / nor will 'play' till its heart's / simplified to fanatic. — Mona Van Duyn Copy Share Image
One could not live without delicacy, but when / I think of love I think of the big, clumsy-looking / hands of my grandmother,… — Mona Van Duyn Copy Share Image
Love' is finding the familiar dear. / 'In love' is to be taken by surprise. — Mona Van Duyn Copy Share Image
“What the Motorcycle Said Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackerty-am-m, OM, AM: All-r-r-room, r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter- Am, the world’s my oyster. I hate plastic, wear it black and slick,… — Mona Van Duyn Copy Share Image
