Did you love well what you very soon left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. — Marilyn Hacker Copy Share Image
Did you love well what very soon you left? Come home and take me in your arms and take away this stomach ache, headache, heartache. Never so full, I never was bereft so utterly. The winter evenings drift dark 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
