It is still news to her that passion could steer her wrong though she went down, a thousand times strung out across railroad tracks, off bridges under cars, or stiff glass bottle still in hand, hair soft on greasy pillows,… — 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 sons will see to it when you fall, you will grow a thousand times in the… — 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
