Some poems present themselves as cliffs that need to be climbed. Others are so defensive that when you approach their enclosure you half expect to be met by a snarling dog at the gate. Still others want to smother you… — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
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. — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
“Mind's acres are forever green: Oh, I Shall keep perpetual summer here; I shall Refuse to let one startled swallow die, Or, from the… — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
Not that you need to be a saint to have visions worth talking about. The most effective prescription, I suspect, is to be a… — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day. — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
One critic wrote . . . that my poems sounded as though they had been translated from the Hungarian. I don't know why, but… — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
The heart breaks and breaks and lives by breaking it is necessary to go through dark and deeper dark and not to turn — Stanley Kunitz Copy Share Image
