Author: Stanley Kunitz

Reading in Li Po How “the peach blossom follows the water” I keep thinking of you Because you were so […]

Now in the suburbs and the falling light I followed him, and now down sandy road Whitter than bone-dust, through […]

I touch you in the night, whose gift was you, My careless sprawler, And I touch you cold, unstirring, star-bemused, […]

All summer I heard them Rustling in the shrubbery, Outracing me from tier To tier in my garden, A whisper […]

Before I am completely shriven I shall reject my inch of heaven. Cancel my eyes, and, standing, sink Into my […]

Since that first morning when I crawled Into the world, a naked grubby thing, And found the world unkind, My […]

If the water were clear enough, If the water were still, But the water is not clear, The water is […]

I have walked through many lives, Some of them my own, And I am not who I was, Though some […]

Some things I do not profess To understand, perhaps Not wanting to, including Whatever it was they did With you […]

At his incipient sun The ice of twenty winters broke, Crackling, in her eyes. Her mirroring, still mind, That held […]

1 On my way home from school Up tribal Providence Hill Past the Academy ballpark Where I could never hope […]

Nobody in the widow’s household Ever celebrated anniversaries. In the secrecy of my room I would not admit I cared […]

An agitation of the air, A perturbation of the light Admonished me the unloved year Would turn on its hinge […]

As if I were composed of dust and air, The shape confronting me upon the stair (Athlete of shadow, lighted […]

My mother never forgave my father For killing himself, Especially at such an awkward time And in a public park, […]