Quotes About Vulnerability

When in public poetry should take off its clothes and wave to the nearest person in sight; it should be seen in the company of thieves and lovers rather than that of journalists and publishers.

The poet exposes himself to the risk. All that has been said about poetry, all that he has learned about poetry, is only a partial assurance.

No truer word, save God's, was ever spoken, Than that the largest heart is soonest broken.

Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry.

My gut was always that if I taught students poetry, I would give too much of myself to them and have nothing left.

Confession may well be a dirty word in poetry.

I don't want to bury anything in poetry.

Reading a piece of poetry with no beat in front of 20 people is way more challenging than rocking for 10,000 people.

I always feel vulnerable talking about the poetry aspect of my career because it's little diary entries that I need to sometimes close read, and to reveal that much, it's a bit nerve-racking.

Fiction and poetry expose intimate things from a person's life every bit as much as memoir does, and sometimes more. I don't quite see or live the distinction you are making about the forms.

Some people pretend they never were in love and never wrote poetry; two weaknesses which they dare not own -- one of the heart, the other of the mind.

Let go, let go, let go, Just let it go, Let the tears come out, Stop fighting the tears back, Stop wearing different masks, Let yourself be seen, Let yourself be the real you,

a woman will tell youevery home she has ever inhabitedhas been broken intostarting with her body

tread carefullyinto my life, my dear.the currents are strong.you will get lostin this warm oceanof my skin.

it is being honest about my painthat makes me invincible.

I read somewhere that dedications are like coded love letters, but I always seem to lay us out bare.Sorry for the poems.

Have trembled beneath the pressure of a light beam.

We look at your eyes. The eyes carry the wounds. The eyes know damage. Damaged people recognize other damaged people, and we let you in. We are kindred. - Broken Places

Remove the mask. Let me love the darkness you hide underneath.

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

Eggshells become hard to break after walking on them for so long.

True poetry is embarrassing.

I am so brave with love and yet, so weak.

Poetry takes courage because you have to face things and you try to articulate how you feel.