More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
“Tribe an organism, one flesh, breathing joy as the stars breathe destiny down on us, get going, join hands, see to business,… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose. — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
I think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks,… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
More or Less Love Poems #11: No babe We'd never Swing together but the syncopation would be something wild — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
In the fifties… we were so busy being cool that we didn’t know how to say the word love — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
“Tribe an organism, one flesh, breathing joy as the stars breathe destiny down on us, get going, join hands, see to business, thousands of… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
Sweetheart, when you break thru you'll find a poet here, not quite what one would choose. — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
Maketa Groves has a strong, bright lyric gift. Her poems come out of music and are full of music. They bring us the sounds… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
I think the poet is the last person who is still speaking the truth when no one else dares to. I think the poet… — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
I have just realized that the stakes are myself I have no other ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life — Diane di Prima Copy Share Image
