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This is a prayer, inchoate and unfinished,
for you, my love, my loss, my lesion,
a rosary of words to count out time's
illusions, all the minutes, hours, days
the calendar compounds as if the past
existed somewhere — like an inheritance
still waiting to be claimed.

— Dana Gioia Interrogations at Noon (2001)

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To speak from a particular place and time is not provincialism but part of a writer’s identity.

Being a California Poet (1999)

Old empires always appeal to modern poets more than new ones.

In America, the term younger poet is applied with chivalric liberality. It can be used to describe anyone not yet collecting a Social Security pension.

Being so deeply rooted in one place and culture allows a genuine writer to experiment wildly with the material without ever losing touch with its essence.

The music that of common speech
but slanted so that each detail
sounds unexpected as a sharp
inserted in a simple scale.

The Gods of Winter (1991)

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