Goldenrod Quotes

“We say in the grand scheme of things as if there were one. We say that's not how the world works as if the world works.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“I am offering the only thing I have. I am holding out my hand, feeding myself to the hungry future.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“The body remains a house unaware of its rooms.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“My handwriting is all over these woods.
No, my handwriting is these woods,
each tree a half-print, half-cursive scrawl,
each loop a limb. My house is somewhere
here, & I have scribbled myself inside it.

What is home but a book we write, then
read again & again, each time dog-earing
different pages...”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“That bit of blue doesn't belong to them, and they don't belong to the sky, or to the earth, or to us. Isn't that what you've been taught — nothing is ours? Haven't you learned to keep the loosest possible hold?”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“What is home but a book we write, then
read again & again, each time dog-earing

different pages.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“I’ve talked so much about loving the world without any idea how to do it.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“I know the kind of wife
I need and I become her”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“We say ‘in the grand scheme of things’ as if there were one. We say ‘that’s not how the world works’ as if the world works.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems

“When I think likeness, I think tears — blue always for water, blue running through and under everything.”
― Maggie Smith, Goldenrod: Poems