Galway Kinnell Poems
|1.||The Stone Table||10/13/2015|
|2.||The Correspondence School Instructor Says Goodbye To His Poetry Students||11/27/2014|
|4.||The Still Time||2/19/2015|
|5.||The Man Splitting Wood In The Daybreak||4/3/2012|
|7.||Another Night In Ruins||4/3/2012|
|9.||Flower Herding On Mount Monadnock||4/3/2012|
|15.||Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight||1/13/2003|
|16.||Vapor Train Reflected In The Frog Pond||1/20/2003|
|17.||Telephoning In Mexican Sunlight||1/13/2003|
|19.||How Could You Not||1/13/2003|
|24.||St. Francis And The Sow||1/13/2003|
|25.||After Making Love We Hear Footsteps||1/13/2003|
|26.||Poem Of Night||1/13/2003|
Comments about Galway Kinnell
I eat oatmeal for breakfast.
I make it on the hot plate and put skimmed milk on it.
I eat it alone.
I am aware it is not good to eat oatmeal alone.
Its consistency is such that is better for your mental health
if somebody eats it with you.
That is why I often think up an imaginary companion to have
Possibly it is even worse to eat oatmeal with an imaginary
Nevertheless, yesterday morning, I ate my oatmeal porridge,
as he called it with John Keats.
Keats said I was absolutely right to invite ...
Poem Of Night
I move my hand over
slopes, falls, lumps of sight,
Lashes barely able to be touched,
Lips that give way so easily
it's a shock to feel underneath them
The bones smile.