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Galway Kinnell
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Galway Kinnell
Age: 87 †
Born: 1927
Born: February 1
Died: 2014
Died: October 28
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University Teacher
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Rhode Island
Galway Mills Kinnell
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More quotes by Galway Kinnell
Let our scars fall in love.
Galway Kinnell
Thats the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous.
Galway Kinnell
I start off but I don't know where I'm going I try this avenue and that avenue, that turns out to be a dead end, this is a dead end, and so on. The search takes a long time and I have to back-track often.
Galway Kinnell
this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake, this blessing love gives again into our arms.
Galway Kinnell
Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone.
Galway Kinnell
Sometimes it is necessary To reteach a thing its loveliness
Galway Kinnell
Turn on the dream you lived through the unwavering gaze. It is as you thought: the living burn. In the floating days may you discover grace.
Galway Kinnell
When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.
Galway Kinnell
I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
Galway Kinnell
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.
Galway Kinnell
Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.
Galway Kinnell
The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower
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.
Galway Kinnell
The first step... shall be to lose the way.
Galway Kinnell
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?
Galway Kinnell
The first step in the journey is to lose your way.
Galway Kinnell
