I happen to believe that there are a lot of good poets around at present, but a poet like Alex Kuo, who possesses a highly developed moral sense and a bitter honesty, is rare at any time and especially in… — 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 ourselves, concerned with our surfaces. — 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
