“Mourning suits us Spanish women. Tragedy turns us into Antigone - maybe we are bred for the part.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“You are transformed into one of the gypsy ancestors we have never discussed.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“In the wind that may travel as far as you have gone, I send this message: Out here, in a place you will not… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
It takes a fierce devotion to defend your artistic space, and eternal vigilance over it, because the needs of others will grow like vines… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“Living with her taught me this: That silence is a thick and dark curtain, the kind that pulls down over a shop window; that… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“Mourning suits us Spanish women. Tragedy turns us into Antigone - maybe we are bred for the part.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“Without you, I am an empty place where spiders crawl and nothing takes root.” — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“The oldest woman in the village, Paciencia, predicts the weather from the flight of birds: Today it will rain toads, she says, squinting her… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“The decade is over, time to begin forgiving old sins. Thirteen years since your death on a Florida interstate - and again a dream… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
“ I have always known that you will visit my grave. I see myself as a small brown bird, perhaps a sparrow, watching you… — Judith Ortiz Cofer Copy Share Image
