But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the … - Marie Howe

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There is much good luck in the world, but it is luck. We are none of us safe. We are children, playing or quarrelling on the line.

Marie Howe

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I'm speechless: I am living. I remember you.

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Poetry holds the knowledge that we are alive and that we know we're going to die.

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Every poem holds the unspeakable inside it. The unsayable. . . The thing that you can't really say because it's too complicated. It's too complex for us. Every poem has that silence deep in the center of it.

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Memory is a poet, not an historian.

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Bedeviled,
human, your plight, in waking, is to choose from the words
that even now sleep on your tongue, and to know that tangled
among them and terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.

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Without devotion any life becomes a stranger's story. . . told for the body to forget what it once loved.

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