Galway Kinnell
Galway Kinnell
Galway Kinnellwas an American poet. For his 1982 Selected Poems he won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and split the National Book Award for Poetry with Charles Wright. From 1989 to 1993 he was poet laureate for the state of Vermont...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth1 February 1927
CountryUnited States of America
stars thinking broken
When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.
flying poetry-is prose
Prose is walking; poetry is flying
travel way firsts
The first step... shall be to lose the way.
laughter kissing world
Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.
warning canaries mines
Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what's to come.
forever live-forever
I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now.
art fall knowing
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry - eating in late September.
speak
Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone.
falling-in-love fall scar
Let our scars fall in love.
earth littles speak
To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment
dream grace may
Turn on the dream you lived through the unwavering gaze. It is as you thought: the living burn. In the floating days may you discover grace.
sometimes loveliness
Sometimes it is necessary To reteach a thing its loveliness
special way wrong-person
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
falling-in-love self mind
Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.