stanley kunitz

• we have all been expelled from the Garden, but the one who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection
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• At my age...what is there left for you to confront but the great simplicities? I never tire of bird-song and sky and weather.
• I want to write poems that are natural, luminous, deep, spare. I dream of an art so transparent that you can look through and see the world.