“I feel the nights stretching away thousands long behind the days till they reach the darkness where all of me is ancestor.” — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
“A Blessing on the Poets Patient earth-digger, impatient fire-maker, Hungry word-taker and roving sound-lover, Sharer and saver, muser and acher, You who are open… — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
“After all, what is lyric but the seamless fusion of formal control and passionate conviction, in the service of the expression of personal experience?” — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
“I feel the nights stretching away thousands long behind the days till they reach the darkness where all of me is ancestor.” — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
“Criticism is like politics: if you don't make your own you are by default accepting the status quo and are finally yourself responsible for… — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
“. . .criticism is to poetry as air is to a noise: it allows it to be heard; and even if we can't see… — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
“the next time you hear someone in a workshop remarking on how good a particular free-verse line or passage sounds, scan it. The odds… — Annie Finch Copy Share Image
