Quotes by Frank Bidart

Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a processCarved in space, vision your poor eyes singlearmor against winter spring summer fall

drugged to sleep by repetition of the diurnalround, the monotonous sorrow of the finite,within       I am awakerepairing in dirt the frayed immaculate threadforced by being to watch the birth of suns

The stratagems by which briefly youameliorated, even seeminglyuntwisted what still twists within you —you loved their taste and lay thereon your sidenursing like a puppy.

After sex & metaphysics,—… what?What you have made.

Horrible the fate of the advice-giver in our culture: to repeat oneself in a thousand contexts until death, or irrelevance.            *I abjure advice-giver.

Though the body is itsgenesis, a poem is the vision of a p

Im not a fool, I knew from the beginningwhat couldnt happen. What couldnt

Understand that when the beast within yousucceeds again in paralyzing into unendingincompletion whatever you again had the temerity totry to makeits triumph is made sweeter by confirmation of itsrectitude. It knows that it aloneknows you.