Mark Strand famous quotes

The future is always beginning now.
-- Mark Strand

#Love #Marriage #Couple

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention.
-- Mark Strand

#Thinking #Attention #Pay

For some of us, the less said about the way we do things the better.
-- Mark Strand

#Way #Said

Once you start describing nothingness, you end up with somethingness.
-- Mark Strand

#Ends #Nothingness

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth. There is no happiness like mine. I have been eating poetry.
-- Mark Strand

#Running #Poetry #Mouths

Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure.
-- Mark Strand

#Pain #Poetry #Pleasure

And what does it matter when light enters the room where a child sleeps and the waking mother, opening her eyes, wishes more than anything to be unwakened by what she cannot name?
-- Mark Strand

#Mother #Children #Sleep

Those hours given over to basking in the glow of an imagined future, of being carried away in streams of promise by a love or a passion so strong that one felt altered forever and convinced that even the smallest particle of the surrounding world was charged with purpose of impossible grandeur; ah, yes, and one would look up into the trees and be thrilled by the wind- loosened river of pale, gold foliage cascading down and by the high, melodious singing of countless birds; those moments, so many and so long ago, still come back, but briefly, like fireflies in the perfumed heat of summer night.
-- Mark Strand

#Summer #Strong #Passion

And at least in poetry you should feel free to lie. That is, not to lie, but to imagine what you want, to follow the direction of the poem.
-- Mark Strand

#Lying #Imagination #Want

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.
-- Mark Strand

#Years #Afterlife #Tree

In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing.
-- Mark Strand

#Missing #Fields #Absence

It came to my house. It sat on my shoulders. Your shadow is yours. I told it so. I said it was yours. I have carried it with me too long. I give it back.
-- Mark Strand

#Giving #Long #House

These wrinkles are nothing These gray hairs are nothing, This stomach which sags with old food, these bruised and swollen ankles, my darkening brain, they are nothing. I am the same boy my mother used to kiss.
-- Mark Strand

#Mother #Kissing #Boys

We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.
-- Mark Strand

#Moving #Reason

Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.
-- Mark Strand

#Sleep #Sometimes

Even this late it happens the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow’s dust flares into breath.
-- Mark Strand

#Dream #Stars #Air

How those fires burned that are no longer, how the weather worsened, how the shadow of the seagull vanished without a trace. Was it the end of a season, the end of a life? Was it so long ago it seems it might never have been? What is it in us that lives in the past and longs for the future, or lives in the future and longs for the past? (from "No Words Can Describe It")
-- Mark Strand

#Past #Weather #Fire

We are reading the story of our lives As though we were in it As though we had written it.
-- Mark Strand

#Reading #Stories

A great many people seem to think writing poetry is worthwhile, even though it pays next to nothing and is not as widely read as it should be.
-- Mark Strand

#Writing #Thinking #People

I would say that American poetry has always been a poetry of personal testimony.
-- Mark Strand

#Testimony

I am not concerned with truth, nor with conventional notions of what is beautiful.
-- Mark Strand

#Beautiful #Notion #Concerned

But I tend to think of the expressive part of me as rather tedious - never curious or responsive, but blind and self-serving.
-- Mark Strand

#Thinking #Expression #Self

A life is not sufficiently elevated for poetry, unless, of course, the life has been made into an art.
-- Mark Strand

#Art #Life Is #Made

Poetry is something that happens in universities, in creative writing programs or in English departments.
-- Mark Strand

#Writing #Creative #Program

Poetry is, first and last, language - the rest is filler.
-- Mark Strand

#Lasts #Firsts #Language

The number of people writing poems is vast, and their reasons for doing so are many, that much can be surmised from the stacks of submissions.
-- Mark Strand

#Writing #Numbers #People

Poetry is about slowing down. You sit and you read something, you read it again, and it reveals a little bit more, and things come to light you never could have predicted.
-- Mark Strand

#Light #Littles #Slow Down

Life makes writing poetry necessary to prove I really was paying attention.
-- Mark Strand

#Writing #Attention #Prove

To open the dictionary of the Beyond and discover what one suspected, that the only word in it is nothing.
-- Mark Strand

#Dictionary

I haven’t met God and I haven’t been to heaven, so I’m skeptical,
-- Mark Strand

#Heaven #Mets #Skeptical

It hardly seems worthwhile to point out the shortsightedness of those practitioners who would have us believe that the form of the poem is merely its shape.
-- Mark Strand

#Believe #Shapes #Worthwhile

I think the best American poetry is the poetry that utilizes the resources of poetry rather than exploits the defects or triumphs of the poet's personality.
-- Mark Strand

#Thinking #Personality #Triumph

I certainly can't speak for all cultures or all societies, but it's clear that in America, poetry serves a very marginal purpose. It's not part of the cultural mainstream.
-- Mark Strand

#America #Culture #Purpose

And yet, in a culture like ours, which is given to material comforts, and addicted to forms of entertainment that offer immediate gratification, it is surprising that so much poetry is written.
-- Mark Strand

#Culture #Entertainment #Comfort

There's a certain point, when you're writing autobiographical stuff, where you don't want to misrepresent yourself. It would be dishonest.
-- Mark Strand

#Writing #Want #Stuff

If every head of state and every government official spent an hour a day reading poetry we'd live in a much more humane and decent world.
-- Mark Strand

#Reading #Government #World

In a field I am the absence of field.That is always the case. Wherever I am, I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the space where my body has been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole.
-- Mark Strand

#Moving #Garden #Air

Usually a life turned into a poem is misrepresented.
-- Mark Strand

#Poetry

A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine is to feel what it is to be.  It allows us to have the life we are denied because we are too busy living.  Even more paradoxically, poetry permits us to live in ourselves as if we were just out of reach of ourselves.
-- Mark Strand

#Busy #Imagine #Permit

When we walk in the sun our shadows are like barges of silence.
-- Mark Strand

#Silence #Shadow #Sun

From the shadow of domes in the city of domes, A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your room And made its way to the arm of the chair where you, looking up From your book, saw it the moment it landed. That's all There was to it.
-- Mark Strand

#Book #Cities #Shadow

Each moment is a place you've never been.
-- Mark Strand

#Time #Stress #Fresh Start

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.
-- Mark Strand

#Light

When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my body's been.
-- Mark Strand

#Moving #Space #Air

...In another time, What cannot be seen will define us, and we shall be prompted To say that language is error, and all things are wronged By representation. The self, we shall say, can never be Seen with a disguise, and never be seen without one.
-- Mark Strand

#Self #Errors #Language

I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes.
-- Mark Strand

#Believe #Limits #Language

The reality of a poem is a very ghostly one. It suggests, it suggests, it suggests again.
-- Mark Strand

#Reality

It's very hard to write humor.
-- Mark Strand

#Writing #Humor

Nothing is the destiny of everyone, it is our commonness made dumb.
-- Mark Strand

#Fate #Destiny #Dumb

I tend to like poems that engage me - that is to say, which do not bore me.
-- Mark Strand

#Engagement #Bores

The burial of feelings has begun.
-- Mark Strand

#Feelings #Burial

I feel that anything is possible in a poem.
-- Mark Strand

#Poetry #Feels #Anything Is Possible

And Robert Lowell, of course - in his poems, we're not located in his actual life. We're located more in the externals, in the journalistic facts of his life.
-- Mark Strand

#True Life #Facts

From the reader's view, a poem is more demanding than prose.
-- Mark Strand

#Book #Views #Reader

Poems not only demand patience, they demand a kind of surrender. You must give yourself up to them. This is the real food for a poet: other poems, not meat loaf.
-- Mark Strand

#Real #Giving #Demand

No voice comes from outer space, from the folds of dust and carpets of wind to tell us that this is the way it was meant to happen, that if only we knew how long the ruins would last we would never complain.
-- Mark Strand

#Dust #Wind #Voice