97 Quotes About Sharon-olds

No one wants to read poetry. You have to make it impossible for them to put the poem down--impossible for them to stop reading it, word after word. You have to keep them from closing the book.

he was a gentleman on whom I built an absolute trust.

and my job is to eat the whole car of my anger, part by part, some partsground down to steel-dust.

In his gaze,rooms of the dead; halls of loss; fog-emerald; driven, dirty-rice snow:he was in there somewhere, I looked for him,and he gave me the gift, he let me in,knowing he would never once, in this world or inany other, have to do it again,and I saw him, not as he really was, I wasstill without the strength of anger, but Isaw him see me, even nowthat dropping down into trust's affectionin his gaze, and I held it, some seconds, quiet,and I said, Good-bye, and he said Good-bye

and not to have lost him when he loved me, and not to havelost someone who could have loved me for life.

I feel like his victim, and he seems my victim

Sometimes I don't see exactly how to go on doing this.

I guess that's how people go on, without knowing how.

I am so ashamed before my friends—to be known to be leftby the one who supposedly knew me best,each hour is a room of shame, and I amswimming, swimming holding my head up,smiling, joking, ashamed, ashamed,like being naked with the clothed, or beinga child, having to try to behavewhile hating the terms of your life.