Robert Duncan Quotes

The great house of our humanity No longer stands.

I would be a falcon and go free. I tread her wrist and wear the hood, Talking to myself, and would draw blood.

Desire paces Eternity as if it had bounds, craving death. The Word climbs upward into Its crown.

Noble men in the quiet of morning hear Indians singing the continent’s violent requiem.

Neither our vices nor our virtues further the poem.

Among my friends love is a payment. It is an old debt for a borrowing foolishly spent.