“If there is any irreverence in my own work, I hope it is the irreverence I bear in mistrusting my own sincere… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
“The teacher asks a question. You know the answer, you suspect you are the only one in the classroom who knows the… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Something unpronounceable followed by a long silence points out my life is becoming a landscape. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
“Attempting to Soar" A boy from Brooklyn used to cruise on summer nights. As soon as he’d hit sixty he’d hold his… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
In life, the number of beginnings is exactly equal to the number of endings ... In poetry, the number of beginnings so… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
When I first encountered the poems of Jon Woodward, I was stunned into the state that is my life's joy-I was in… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
In our marginal existence, what else is there but this voice within us, this great weirdness we are always leaning forward to… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Now I will give you a piece of advice. I will tell you something that I absolutely believe you should do, and if you… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
The industrial world destroys nature not because it doesn’t love it but because it is not afraid of it. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
I remember I was a child, and when I grew up I was a poet. It all happened at sixty miles an hour and… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Yes, the mistrust of poetry has a long history, for a variety of reasons, but they all come down to sentiment and invention over… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
“If there is any irreverence in my own work, I hope it is the irreverence I bear in mistrusting my own sincere self, which… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
We are all one question, and the best answer seems to be love—a connection between things. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Every creative act is an act of hypocrisy and violence. You may have to think about it for a while, but I am sure… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
I have become an orchid washed in on the salt white beach. Memory, what can I make of it now that might please you-… — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
Irreverence is a way of playing hooky and remaining present at the same time. — Mary Ruefle Copy Share Image
