But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“Even If I Don’t See it Again Even if I don’t see it again.–nor ever feel it I know it is–and that if once it hailed me it ever does– and so it is myself I want to turn in that direction not as towards a place, but it was a tilting within myself, as one turns a mirror to… — Marie Howe Copy Share
“I remember a man, a very lonely man, coming up to me at the end of a reading and looking into my face and saying, 'I feel as if I have looked down a corridor and seen into your soul.' And I looked at him and said, 'You haven't.' You know, Here's the good news and the bad news: you… — Marie Howe Copy Share
Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die, — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“I had no idea that the gate I would step through to finally enter this world would be the space my brother’s body made.” — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
“ WHAT THE LIVING DO Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there. And the Drano won't… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store,… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
Without devotion any life becomes a stranger's story...told for the body to forget what it once loved. — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable... The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for… — Marie Howe Copy Share Image
