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I dance/for the joy of surviving, at the edge of the road.

Stanley Kunitz

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Stanley Kunitz
Age: 100 †
Born: 1905
Born: July 29
Died: 2006
Died: May 14
Linguist
Poet
Translator
Writer
Worcester
Massachusetts
Stanley Jasspon Kunitz
Joy
Surviving
Edge
Edges
Survival
Road
Dance

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