Rae Armantrout Quotes

The ghosts swarm. They speak as one person. Each has left something undone.

Poetry wants to make things mean more than they mean, says someone, as if we knew how much things meant, and in what unit of measure.

Metaphor is ritual sacrifice. It kills the look-alike. No, metaphor is homeopathy.

But here I hold your dream in my poem.

Curled up in bed, I’m young in the old way.

We are all full of discourses that we only half understand and half mean.

Thus drivers inching southward will see the phalanx of birds heading west as one spontaneous gesture.

The future is all around here.' It's a place, anyplace where we don't exist.

I know you by your willingness.

Carried by light, images remain while sensation is so evanescent as to be always beyond belief.

clarity need not be equivalent to / readability. How readable is the world?

We sleep together in the dark but confuse light with love.

The fear that all this will end. The fear that it won't.

The crowd is made of little gods, and there is still no heaven.

Ends Meet1Could betime is practice, balance, the actionexecuted in the mindbefore and after.Where does mind end?2We mark a breakwith what has come before, come through the door, down the

SimpleComplex systems can arisefrom simple rules.It

A sense of mission lostin ink'sjagged outcrops.I was trying to tell myselfwhat I must have knownbeforein a formI wouldn't recognize at first.