Tracy K. Smith

everything/ that ever was still is, somewhere ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#infinity #life

[...] the body is what we lean toward, tensing as it darts, dancing away. but it's the voice that enters us. even saying nothing. even saying nothing over and over absently to itself ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#soul #life

I feel like it's a gift for any writer to be recognized like this. ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#feel #gift #i #i feel #i feel like

Brooklyn is kind of my writer's retreat. ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#kind #retreat #writer

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

#begins #describe #distance #how #i

I grew up in northern California in a town called Fairfield, which is kind of exactly between San Francisco and Sacramento, a small suburb. And I'm the youngest of five children. ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#california #called #children #exactly #five

For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit. ↗

— Tracy K. Smith

#kind #little #little bit #me #myself