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Anna Akhmatova, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova; "In A Dream,"

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âYou will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.â
â Anna Akhmatova, You Will Hear Thunder
Olga Della-Vos-Kardovskaya, Portrait of Anna Akhmatova (1914)
You are untranslatable Into any one tongue.
Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova
This is one of the funniest scenes in gothic literature and the fact that this is verbatim from the novel is incredibly underrated.

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Many people ask the question of how much time it really takes to write a book and they're surprised to hear us say, quite honestly, that one solid hour of concentration everyday may be enough. Think about it. A page a day, 365 pages a year is certainly enough for a first draft. Sometimes the worst thing you can do is allot too much time--time for fussing over individual words, time for rewriting perfectly functional sentences, for dallying on the internet or in the dictionary, in the bathroom, in the kitchen. One hour with your best energy everyday can force you to focus, to get your sentences down on paper because there is no more time. It may be the most productive hour in your entire day, the one you think about and take notes for. One hour.
-Marge Piercy and Ira Wood, So You Want to Write
I'm reminded of Jane Cleland's advice on writing 1 page a day through 3 10-minute intervals, too!
To Be of Use
by Marge Piercy
The people I love best jump into work head first without dallying in the shadows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again. I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Greek amphoras for wine or oil, Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used. The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real.
fr. âFor the young who want toâ by Marge Piercy
For the young who want to
BYÂ MARGE PIERCY
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you donât have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.âs,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body elseâs mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but youâre certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
Copyright Credit: Marge Piercy, âFor the young who want toâ from Circles on the Water: Selected Poems of Marge Piercy (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 1982). First appeared in Mother Jones V, no. 4 (May 1980). Copyright Š 1980, 1982 by Marge Piercy and Middlemarsh, Inc. Used by permission of the Wallace Literary Agency, Inc.
Source: Circles on the Water (Alfred A. Knopf, 1982)
Denise Levertov, October 24, 1923 â December 20, 1997.

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Denise Levertov por Nancy Carrick Holbert, 1967
Denise Levertov, Relearning the Alphabet: Wanting the Moon; from 'A Cloak'
The Secret By Denise Levertov
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry.
I who donât know the secret wrote the line. They told me
(through a third person) they had found it but not what it was not even
what line it was. No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret,
the line, the name of the poem. I love them for finding what I canât find,
and for loving me for the line I wrote, and for forgetting it so that
a thousand times, till death finds them, they may discover it again, in other lines
in other happenings. And for wanting to know it, for
assuming there is such a secret, yes, for that most of all.
Copyright Credit: Denise Levertov, âThe Secretâ from O Taste and See: New Poems. Copyright Š 1964 by Denise Levertov. Used by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
The words darkened on the page as we sank into each other.
We are ink & blood.
â Erica Jong, How to Save Your Own Life, (1977)
Erica Jong | Where It Begins

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Erica Jong, from a poem titled "To John Keats," featured in Loveroot: Poems, originally published in 1975
If the joy house I inhabit must be a house of my own making, I accept that making.
Erica Jong, Testament (Or, Homage to Walt Whitman)