Lenore Kandel, Collected Poems Of Lenore Kandel Quotes
Whatever is language is poetic language and if the word required by the poet does not exist in his known language then it is up to him to discover it.
Like seasonless fowl we migrate…from East Coast to West Coastand back and forth again, for a job, for a friend, for a change, for a kick.
Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.
Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.
…love grown dutiful is love grown olda withered cupid faltering at the bow…