Quotes from Steve Kowit

Take heed, you who read this, & drop to your knees now & again like the poet Christopher Smart, & kiss the earth & be joyful, & make much of your time, & be kindly to everyone, even to those who do not deserve it. For although you may not believe it will happen, you too will one day be gone, I, whose Levi's ripped at the crotch for no reason, assure you that such is the case. Pass it on.

What chord did she pluck in my soul that girl with the golden necklace & ivory breasts whose body ignited the river: she who rose like the moon from her bathing & brushed back the ebony hair that fell to her waist & walked off into the twilight dark— O my soul, what chord did she pluck that I am still trembling.

Concrete, sensory details such as these allow readers to form vivid pictures in their minds of what is being described. That is how writers bring a scene to life.