Quotes from Brenda Hillman

We walked through night until there was a poem.

While I slept you stood in the colorful night market with pyramids of bright fruit piled high Where those who loved you, rushing back to their intimate stalls, held out pears that had been dreamed for you And would the dream pear not come gladly once it knew this was you wanting to take it in? The dream pear chose reality, wanting your mouth as I did - Honestly, it was happy to be bitten.

The boys sat in front of your house at dusk, the boys who still had parents. Sometimes they held Marlboros out the car Windows and even If they didn't, sparks fell from their hands.

A left margin watches the sea floor approach It takes 30 million years It is the first love

At work, you'll have to be patient at the risky enterprise of talking to other people; so little progress in this since the Pleistocene.