I was in Paris at an English-language bookstore. I picked up a volume of Dickinson's POETRY. I came back to my hotel, read 2,000 of her poems and IMMEDIATELY began composing in my head. I WROTE down the melodies even before I GOT to a piano.
Read MoreI have EARNED WAGES as a waitress, a nanny, a librarian, a personnel OFFICER, an agricultural laborer, an advertising secretary, a typesetter, a proofreader, a mental-health-care provider, a substitute teacher, and a book reviewer. In and around the edges of all those jobs I have written POEMS, stories, and books, books, books.
Read MoreOn July 26, 1916, I announced to all my friends in America that from now on I resolved to write no more poems in the CLASSICAL language, and to begin my EXPERIMENTS in writing poetry in the so-called VULGAR TONGUE of the people.
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