Galway Kinnell Quotes

Galway Kinnell (February 1, 1927 – October 28, 2014) was an American poet. For his 1982 Selected Poems he won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry and split the National Book Award for Poetry with Charles Wright. From 1989 to 1993 he was poet laureate for the state of Vermont.

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Galway Kinnell


Goodbye, you who are, for me, the postmarks again of shattered towns--Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell-- their loneliness given away in poems, only their solitude kept.

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Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.

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Let our scars fall in love.

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I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

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the rest of my days I spend wandering: wondering what, anyway, was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry, by which I lived?

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You liveunder the Signof the Bear, who flounders through chaosin his starry blubber:poor fool, poor forked branchof applewood, you will feel all your bones breakover the holy waters you will never drink.

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“Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.”

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“That's the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous”

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“The first step... shall be to lose the way.”

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“I think it might help to keep his memory vivid, ... People might be led from one book to the other.”

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Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.

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...it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing...

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Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone.

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There are two versions to every poem "? the crying version and the straight version

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Prose is walking; poetry is flying

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