GLBT Poets: Marilyn Hacker

Something about white space on a page used to make my brain shut off, as if it was a warning: “Brace yourself, concentrate, this is going to be profound.” In retrospect, I think I blame the sparseness of poetry in my education. We read Shakespeare and Langston Hughes. No one ever suggested to me that poetry could be in a language I found familiar, could speak to experiences that resonated with me. I discovered that much later.

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