I felt a longing to compose a radical or root poem that would speak to what has its back turned to me. — Robert Bly Copy Share Image
“Now I become myself. It's taken Time, may years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people's faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, "Hurry, you will be dead before--" (What?… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
