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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

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Galway Kinnell
Age: 87 †
Born: 1927
Born: February 1
Died: 2014
Died: October 28
Poet
Translator
University Teacher
Writer
Providence
Rhode Island
Galway Mills Kinnell
Destruction
Burnt
Poet
Shattered
Poetry
Goodbye
War
Poems
Given
Loneliness
Away
Towns
Solitude
Kept
Cabins

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