Given a blank we can’t help trying to fill it in along lines of customary seeing or saying. But the best poetic… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
At last you kissed me, I could die in waves again, and one good lick of quicksand took.... — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
I began to write because I was too shy to talk, and too lonely not to send messages. — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
“The day they brought him forth to die they feared he might incite the crowd (the man was famous for his eloquence). And so… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
“I('m the woman who) always forgot where she was-in a state, in a sentence.” — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
Given a blank we can’t help trying to fill it in along lines of customary seeing or saying. But the best poetic lines undermine… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
I think one of poetry's functions is not to give us what we want... The poet isn't always of use to the tribe. The… — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
“So what are your poems about? They're about ... how nothing is about, they're not about about. --Heather McHugh, 20-200 on 747” — Heather McHugh Copy Share Image
