“under the radiant towers, the floodlit ramparts, must have wondered at my impulse to touch her, which was like touching myself, the… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
“What can I do but stand with my mouth open, no sound emerging? My lips move and I wave my arms making… — Mark Doty Faith Copy Share Image
Grief does not seem to me to be a choice. Whether or not you think grief has value, you will lose what… — Mark Doty Allies Copy Share Image
“Desire I think has less to do with possession than with participation, the will to involve oneself in the body of the… — Mark Doty Desire Copy Share Image
“Because this painting has never been restored there is a heightened poignance to it somehow; it doesn’t have the feeling of unassailable… — Mark Doty Art Copy Share Image
Poetry is an investigation, not an expression, of what you know. — Mark Doty Depression Copy Share Image
“Concerning Some Recent Criticism of His Work —Glaze and shimmer, luster and gleam; can’t he think of anything but all that sheen?… — Mark Doty Copy Share Image
“Though there's something more tender, beneath our vanity, our will to become objects of desire: we sweat the mark of our presence… — Mark Doty Desire Copy Share Image
We long to connect; we fear that if we do, our freedom and individuality will disappear. — Mark Doty Disappear Copy Share Image
