Mark Strand Quotes

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We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it.

Mark Strand
I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes.

Mark Strand
A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what it is to be. It allows us to have the life we are denied because we are too busy living. Even more paradoxically, poetry permits us to live in ourselves as if we were just out of reach of ourselves.

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Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.

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When we walk in the sun
our shadows are like barges of silence.

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Nothing could stop you.
Not the best day. Not the quiet. Not the ocean rocking.
You went on with your dying.

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She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.

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I think a poet's focus is not quite what a prose writer's is, it's not entirely on the world outside. It's fixed on the area where the inside meets the outside, where the poet's sensibility meets the weather, meets the street, meets other people.. that shadow land between self and reality.

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I gaze upon the roast, that is sliced and laid out on my plate and over it I spoon the juices of carrot and onion. And for once I do not regret the passage of time.

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Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

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It hardly seems worthwhile to point out the shortsightedness of those practitioners who would have us believe that the form of the poem is merely its shape.

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To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.

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Now you invent the boat of your flesh and set it upon the waters and drift in the gradual swell, in the laboring salt. Now you look down. The waters of childhood are there.

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And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?

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For some of us, the less said about the way we do things the better.

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Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

Mark Strand
I delay typing as long as possible. When I read a poem in longhand I'm hearing it, when in typescript I'm reading it. A poem can appear finished just because of the cleaness of the typescript.

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Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.

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If a man finishes a poem,
he shall bathe in the blank wake of his passion and be kissed by white paper.

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From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,
A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room
And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up
From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all
There was to it.

Mark Strand