Galway Kinnell Poems
|2.||The Stone Table||10/13/2015|
|3.||The Correspondence School Instructor Says Goodbye To His Poetry Students||11/27/2014|
|4.||The Man Splitting Wood In The Daybreak||4/3/2012|
|5.||The Still Time||2/19/2015|
|7.||Another Night In Ruins||4/3/2012|
|8.||Flower Herding On Mount Monadnock||4/3/2012|
|14.||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|
|20.||Poem Of Night||1/13/2003|
|25.||St. Francis And The Sow||1/13/2003|
|26.||After Making Love We Hear Footsteps||1/13/2003|
Comments about 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...
How Could You Not
-- for Jane kenyon
It is a day after many days of storms.
Having been washed and washed, the air glitters;
small heaped cumuli blow across the sky; a shower
visible against the firs douses the crocuses.
We knew it would happen one day this week.
Now, when I learn you have died, I go