Galway Kinnell

Providence, Rhode Island
Galway Kinnell
Providence, Rhode Island
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The Cellist

Rating: 2.7
At intermission I find her backstage
still practicing the piece coming up next.
She calls it the "solo in high dreary."
Her bow niggles at the string like a hand
stroking skin it never wanted to touch.
Probably under her scorn she is sick
that she can't do better by it. As I am,
at the dreary in me, such as the disparity
between all the tenderness I've received
and the amount I've given, and the way
I used to shrug off the imbalance
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COMMENTS
Chris G. Vaillancourt 20 February 2015
wonderful work..well done
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Ahmad Shiddiqi 17 September 2009
wondrous beauty of embroidered words! ! ! keep writing! ! !
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Richard Stivelman 26 November 2006
Cora dear, Perhaps you have to be a fan of Kinnell's, or a weirdo like me, to find this poem not only worthwhile, but quite nice. Anyway, I couldn't resist sending it to you. If you hate it, please do not be angry with me. Love, Dick
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