All Galway Kinnell Quotes
- Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love. Fall
- Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead? Dead
- I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a… Among
- Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what's to come. Canaries
- I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now. Always Intended
- The first step in the journey is to lose your way. First Step
- I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way. Find
- Thats the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous. Incomprehensible
- Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone. Deep
- The first step... shall be to lose the way. First Step
- Prose is walking; poetry is flying Flying
- To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her… Concealment
- Turn on the dream you lived through the unwavering gaze. It is as you thought: the living burn. In the floating days may you discover… Burn
- Second-hand gloves will become lovely again, their memories are what give them the need for other hands. And the desolation of lovers is the same:… Asks
- Let our scars fall in love. Fall
- There are two versions to every poem – the crying version and the straight version Cry
- Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand… Among
- Sometimes it is necessary To reteach a thing its loveliness Inspirational
- ...it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and… Blessing
- When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging… Arms
- The only sense we still respect is eyesight, probably because it is so closely attached to the brain. Go into any American house at random,… Alone