“Lovely and unremarkable, the clutter of mugs and books, the almost-empty Fig Newtons box, thick dishes in a big tin tray, the knife still standing in the butter, change like the color of river water in the delicate shift to… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
I don't think it's by accident that I was first attracted to translating two French women poets. — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
You happened to me. You were as deep down as I’ve ever been. You were inside me like my pulse. — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
I've been an inveterate reader of literary magazines since I was a teenager. There are always discoveries. You're sitting in your easy chair, reading;… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
Translation is an interestingly different way to be involved both with poetry and with the language that I've found myself living in much of… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
Paris is a wonderful city. I can't say I belong to an especially anglophone community. — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
I wonder what it means about American literary culture and its transmission when I consider the number of American poets who earn their living… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
“Lovely and unremarkable, the clutter of mugs and books, the almost-empty Fig Newtons box, thick dishes in a big tin tray, the knife still… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
I lived in the studio apartment that I bought for four years before I bought it in 1989, so I was already in it.… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
The phenomenon of university creative writing programs doesn't exist in France. The whole idea is regarded as a novelty, or an oddity. — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
“From Orient Point The art of living isn't hard to muster: Enjoy the hour, not what it might portend. When someone makes you promises,… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
Translation makes me look at how a poem is put together in a different way, without the personal investment of the poem I'm writing… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
“imagine that it were given back to me to be the child who knew departure would be sweet, the boy who drew square-rigged ships,… — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
