Heather McHugh

“I('m the woman who) always forgot where she was-in a state, in a sentence.”

“The day they brought him forth to diethey feared he might incite the crowd (the manwas famous for his eloquence). And so his captorsplaced upon his facean iron maskin which he could not speak.That is how they burned him.That is how he died,without a word,in front of everyone.”

“So whatare your poems about? They're about...how nothing is about, they're notabout about. --Heather McHugh, 20-200 on 747”