Quotes by : Mark Strand

We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that....

From the shadow of domes in the city of domes,A snowflake, a blizzard of one, weightless, entered your....

A poem is a place where the conditions of beyondness and withinness are made palpable, where to imagine....

What we desire, more than a season or weather, is the comfortOf being strangers, at least to ourselves.....

...Then a man turnedAnd said to me: "Although I love the past, the dark of it,The weight of it teaching....

Time slips by; our sorrows do not turn into poems,And what is invisible stays that way.

There is no end to what we can learn. The book out thereTells us as much, and was never written with....

I is for immortality, which for some poets is a necessary compensation. Presumably miserable in this....

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

These wrinkles are nothingThese gray hairs are nothing,This stomach which sagswith old food, these bruisedand....