Galway Kinnell

(1 February 1927 / Providence, Rhode Island)

Galway Kinnell Poems

1. After Making Love We Hear Footsteps 1/13/2003
2. Another Night In Ruins 4/3/2012
3. Blackberry Eating 1/13/2003
4. Burning 4/3/2012
5. Crying 11/2/2015
6. Daybreak 1/13/2003
7. Fergus Falling 1/13/2003
8. Flower Herding On Mount Monadnock 4/3/2012
9. How Could You Not 1/13/2003
10. Lastness 4/3/2012
11. Little Sleep's-Head Sprouting Hair In The Moonlight 1/13/2003
12. Oatmeal 1/13/2003
13. Parkinson's Disease 4/3/2012
14. Poem Of Night 1/13/2003
15. Rapture 4/3/2012
16. St. Francis And The Sow 1/13/2003
17. Telephoning In Mexican Sunlight 1/13/2003
18. The Bear 4/3/2012
19. The Cellist 1/13/2003
20. The Correspondence School Instructor Says Goodbye To His Poetry Students 11/27/2014
21. The Man Splitting Wood In The Daybreak 4/3/2012
22. The Perch 1/13/2003
23. The Still Time 2/19/2015
24. The Stone Table 10/13/2015
25. Two Seasons 1/13/2003
26. Vapor Train Reflected In The Frog Pond 1/20/2003
27. Wait 1/13/2003
28. Why Regret 4/3/2012

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Best Poem of Galway Kinnell


Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness...

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On the tidal mud, just before sunset,
dozens of starfishes
were creeping. It was
as though the mud were a sky
and enormous, imperfect stars
moved across it as slowly
as the actual stars cross heaven.
All at once they stopped,
and, as if they had simply

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