A question is a pursuit, an invitation to envision and explore a series of possibilities, to struggle and empathize and doubt and believe. The question moves, whereas our sense of what an answer is can often be static, a stopping point. Tracy K. Smith answerdoubtempathize share on social
Lately, I've been thinking about the difference between poetry and prose, and as I've experienced it, poetry is insistent. It allows for images and statements to operate in a single space and resonate powerfully without the application to be elaborated upon and narrated. Tracy K. Smith applicationdifferenceelaborate share on social
So much of my poetry begins with something that I can describe in visual terms, so thinking about distance, thinking about how life begins and what might be watching us. Tracy K. Smith begindescribedistance Change image and share on social
When my father died, those years when he was working on the Hubble came back to me, and it seemed fitting to imagine him as having somehow merged with the large mystery that the universe represents. Tracy K. Smith backdiefather Change image and share on social
I love the sense of looking at the sad, paltry, and yet very familiar spectacle that we must make from moment to moment in our lives, and in our frenzy, as something that's as out there as alien life. Tracy K. Smith alienfamiliarfrenzy Change image and share on social
I wanted to write the kind of poetry that people read and remembered, that they lived by - the kinds of lines that I carried with me from moment to moment on a given day without even having chosen to. Tracy K. Smith carrychooseday Change image and share on social
I work with a lot of young people who have poems that are changing their lives, that they're eager to talk about, but every now and then when I meet someone, maybe someone of my parents' generation, and I tell them that I write poetry, they'll begin to recite something that they memorized when they were in school that has never left them. Tracy K. Smith beginchangeeager share on social
I think humans have always felt watched back by whatever is out there flickering in the distance. What excites me is what the imagination creates, not simply in explanation of what is there but also to explain or justify the feeling of awe and attachment that the heavens inspire. Tracy K. Smith attachmentaweback share on social
I feel like it's a gift for any writer to be recognized like this. Tracy K. Smith feelgiftrecognize Change image and share on social
Brooklyn is kind of my writer's retreat. Tracy K. Smith brooklynkindretreat Change image and share on social