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''this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making,
sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake,
this blessing love gives again into our arms.''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. After Making Love We Hear Footsteps (l. 21-23). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann a...
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''after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies,
familiar touch of the long-married,''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. After Making Love We Hear Footsteps (l. 10-11). . .
Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry, The. Richard Ellmann a...
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''A boy's hunched body loved out of a stalk
The first song of his happiness, and the song woke
His heart to the darkness and into the sadness of joy.''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. First Song (l. 16-18). . .
Norton Anthology of Poetry, The. Alexander W. Allison and others, eds. (3d ed., 19...
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''There is something joyous in the elegies
Of birds. They seem
Caught up in a formal delight,
Though the mourning dove whistles of despair.''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock (l. 25-28). . .
New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed...
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''The appeal to heaven breaks off.
The petals begin to fall, in self-forgiveness.
It is a flower. On this mountainside it is dying.''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. Flower Herding on Mount Monadnock (l. 75-78). . .
New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed...
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''the sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shuddering
from the fourteen teats into the fourteen mouths sucking and blowing beneath them:
the long, perfect loveliness of sow.''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. Saint Francis and the Sow (l. 21-23). . .
Norton Introduction to Poetry, The. J. Paul Hunter, ed. (3d ed., 19...
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''The bud
stands for all things,
even for those things that don't flower,''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. Saint Francis and the Sow (l. 1-3). . .
Norton Introduction to Poetry, The. J. Paul Hunter, ed. (3d ed., 1986...
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''I take a wolf's rib and whittle
it sharp at both ends
and coil it up
and freeze it in blubber and place it out
on the fairway of the bears.''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. The Bear (l. 9-13). . .
Room for Me and a Mountain Lion; Poetry of Open Space. Nancy Larrick, comp. (1974) M....
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''the rest of my days I spend
wandering: wondering
what, anyway,
was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that
poetry, by which I lived?''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. The Bear (l. 90-94). . .
Room for Me and a Mountain Lion; Poetry of Open Space. Nancy Larrick, comp. (1974) M...
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''you in San Quentin,
who wrote, "Being German my hero is Hitler,"
instead of "Sincerely yours," at the end of long,
neat-scripted letters demolishing
the pre-Raphaelites:''
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Galway Kinnell (b. 1927), U.S. poet. The Correspondence School Instructor Says Goodbye to His Poetry Students (l. 9-13). . .
New Oxford Book of Am...
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The Perch
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There is a fork in a branch
of an ancient, enormous maple,
one of a grove of such trees,
where I climb sometimes and sit and look out
over miles of valleys and low hills.
Today on skis I took a friend
to show her the trees. We set out
down the road, turned in at
the lane which a few weeks ago,
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