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In every house of marriage there's room for an interpreter.
Stanley Kunitz
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Stanley Kunitz
Age: 100 †
Born: 1905
Born: July 29
Died: 2006
Died: May 14
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Worcester
Massachusetts
Stanley Jasspon Kunitz
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End with an image and don't explain.
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In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: Live in the layers, not on the litter. Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.
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A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
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To conquer a piece of earth and make it as beautiful as one can dream of it being: That is art, too. A man cannot be separated from the earth. I come out of the garden every day feeling, oh, inspired in a way that one needs in order to convert the daily-ness of the life into something greater than that little life itself.
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We have all been expelled from the Garden, but the ones who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection.
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It is my heart that's late, it is my song that's flown.
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The ear writes my poems, not the mind.
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Certainly the modern poets I cherish most are disturbing spirits they do not come to coo.
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An old poet ought never to be caught with his technique showing.
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A longing for the dance stirs in the buried life.
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Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.
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I like an ending that's both a door and a window.
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