Bender Quotes

“On mornings when I hope you forget my name,
I walk through the high wet weeds
that don’t have names either.
I do not remember the word dew.
I do not remember what I told you
with your ear in my teeth.”
― Dean Young, Bender: New and Selected Poems

“Maybe poems are made of breath, the way water,
cajoled to boil, says, This is my soul, freed.

— Dean Young, from “Scarecrow on Fire”
― Dean Young, Bender: New and Selected Poems