“Food of Love Eating is touch carried to the bitter end. -Samuel Butler II I'm going to murder you with love; I'm… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“from "Semele Recycled" But then your great voice rang out under the skies my name!-- and all those private names for the… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
A poet, to whom no one cruel and imposing listens, / Disdained by senates, whispers to your dust, — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
Poems, to me, do not come from ideas, they come from a series of images that you tuck away in the back of your… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
She tended to be impatient with that sort of intellectual who, for all his brilliance, has never been able to arrive at the simple… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
You cannot meet someone for a moment, or even cast eyes on someone in the street, without changing. That is my subject. — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
I happen to believe that there are a lot of good poets around at present, but a poet like Alex Kuo, who possesses a… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
Our masks, always in peril of smearing or cracking, in need of continuous check in the mirror or silverware, keep us in thrall to… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“Food of Love Eating is touch carried to the bitter end. -Samuel Butler II I'm going to murder you with love; I'm going to… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
What is so marvelous about living today is that it is possible to extend, like a flower, spreading petals in all directions. — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
A poet, to whom no one cruel or imposing listens, Disdained by senates, whispers to your dust. — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
“from "Semele Recycled" But then your great voice rang out under the skies my name!-- and all those private names for the parts and… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
In some ways painters have been more important in my life than writers. Painters teach you how to see—a faculty that usually isn’t highly… — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
A poet, to whom no one cruel and imposing listens, / Disdained by senates, whispers to your dust, — Carolyn Kizer Copy Share Image
