Galway Kinnell

(1 February 1927 / Providence, Rhode Island)

Galway Kinnell Poems

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

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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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The Perch

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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