“I will praise your madness, and in a language not mine, speak of music that wakes us, music in which we move. For whatever I say is a kind of petition, and the darkest days must I praise.” — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“A Ballad of Going Down to the Store First I went down to the street by means of the stairs, just imagine it, by… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“Author's Prayer If I speak for the dead, I must leave this animal of my body, I must write the same poem over and… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“I believe that no great lyric poet ever speaks in the so-called “proper” language of his or her time. Emily Dickinson didn’t write in… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
But in the secret history of anger--one man's silence / lives in the bodies of others. — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“One would think of a boy laying syllables with his tongue onto a woman’s skin: those are lines sewn entirely of silence.” — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
“I will praise your madness, and in a language not mine, speak of music that wakes us, music in which we move. For whatever… — Ilya Kaminsky Copy Share Image
