Nothing prepared me for the loss of my mother. Even knowing that she would die did not prepare me.
Meghan O'RourkeIt took me years of attempts and failed drafts before I finally wrote the elegies I needed to write.
Natasha TretheweyMy father is a poet, my stepmother is a poet, and so I always had encouragement as a child to write.
Natasha TretheweyA woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.Chicago sounds rough to the maker of verse. One comfort we have - Cincinnati sounds worse.
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.