“Nothing is changed, except there was a moment when the wolf, the mongering wolf who stands outside the self lay lightly down, and slept.” — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
Poetry makes nothing happen. It survives in the valley of its saying. — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
There is an extraordinary degree of amity among Washington poets. They hang together. You would be hard pressed to find that in Manhattan. — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
I don't think I've ever felt terribly comfortable writing about my body. First of all, I think I took my body for granted for… — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
And the pond's stillness nippled as if by rain instead is pocked with life. — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
I would not recommend poetry as a career. In the first place, it's impossible in this time and place - in this culture -… — Maxine Kumin Copy Share Image
