Best 4 quotes of Mary Szybist on MyQuotes

I do not believe in the beauty of falling.

If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone turns//to examine me/in the wrong color?

There’s plenty that poetry cannot do. But the miracle, of course, is how much it can do, how much it does do.

You can’t have two worlds in your hands and choose emptiness.