exaggerated sunsets / splashed with rain, odd collisions / of roots, animals, seeds. / I didn't like a thing I saw, / so much effort to be strange. — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
“He held her like a new woman and what she felt felt almost as good as love had, and each of them called it love because precision didn’t matter anymore.” — Stephen Dunn Copy Share
If the motive of writing is for some people a kind of exercise in dirty laundry, that's one thing. I've always thought of my… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
The world is always somewhat vicious. I take that as a given, but at various times in various circumstances that fact will be no… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
A good many of my poems over the years have alluded to or taken on the political. Stevens has a line in one of… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
What feeling feels like over time. An attempt to screw up what feeling feels like over time. Heartbreak and a high C… The often… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
“God knows nothing we don't know. We gave him every word he ever said.” — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
A moment of something between acceptance and resignation of one's smallness in the world. — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
“That time I thought I was in love and calmly said so was not much different from the time I was truly in love… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
“I'll say I love you, Which will lead, of course, to disappointment, but those words unsaid poison every next moment. I will try to… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
Perhaps basketball and poetry have just a few things in common, but the most important is the possibility of transcendence. The opposite is labor.… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
There's a certain pleasure in violating the strictures of your education. The trick is, if you're going to explore ideas in a poem, to… — Stephen Dunn Copy Share Image
