About Stanley Kunitz: Stanley Jasspon Kunitz was an American poet. He was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress twice, first in 1974 and then again in 2000.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
Toward dawn we shared with you your hour of desolation, the huge lingering passion of your unearthly out cry, as you swung your blind head towards us and laboriously opened a bloodshot, glistening eye, in which we swam with terror and recognition.
Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.
...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed.
Mind's acres are forever green: Oh, I Shall keep perpetual summer here; I shall Refuse to let one startled swallow die, Or, from the copper beeches, one leaf fall.
I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, ' .’ It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.
