Quote by: Dorianne Laux

Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It’s not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.


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Author Bio


  • NameDorianne Laux
  • DescriptionAmerican poet
  • BornJanuary 10, 1952
  • CountryUnited States Of America
  • ProfessionPoet
  • AwardsGuggenheim Fellowship