Quotes from Sophie Cabot Black

F)or somewhere in the act of want/is being wanted.

SALVAGE To leave behind An outline, which then Becomes form. Held up, It is called beauty For the ability to contain What we did not know We wanted to know.

Not that you are unloved but that you love and must decide which to remember; tracks left in the field, a language of going away or coming back— and to look up from the single mind, to let untangle the far-off snow from sky until no longer held as proof is also where birds find agreement strung along branches each with their own song for the other, every note used to sing anyway— how to hold the already as the not yet

For me, the act of writing comes out of query. Each image turns to the next with its question and gets answered. Or with its answer it gets questioned. Poetry is my way to understand what is difficult. How one thing can be explained through another—is to get closer, to unhide what feels hidden.

this work of wanting More than the actual. To watch yourself Move in and out of all that truth And beauty—to be in debt is to remain awake.

To dismantle is not about surrender; the way In is the way out. As long as We are here, to do something. Everything.

Holy At the cross of the cross Is the part that holds. Two roads Meet; after that is the work of continuing On. Beyond intersection Lies departure, which is then to see What goes on without you, what Does not go wrong. Once tree reconciles Against another; arm over arm…