Mary Szybist Quotes
- If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text…
- Without you my air tastes like nothing. For you I hold my breath.
- I do not believe in the beauty of falling.
- There’s plenty that poetry cannot do, but the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.
- Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself.