Stanley Kunitz Poetry is ultimately mythology, the telling of stories of the soul. The old myths, the old gods, the old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our minds, waiting for our call. We have need of them, for in their sum they epitomize the wisdom and experience of …
Stanley Kunitz On Aging
Stanley Kunitz (July 29, 1905 – May 14, 2006) Maybe I enjoy not-being as much as being who I am. Maybe it's time for me to practice growing old. The way I look at it, I'm passing through a phase: gradually I'm changing into a word. Whatever you choose to claim of me is always …
Stanley Kunitz On Language
Stanley Kunitz (July 29, 1905– May 14, 2006) I used to sit in that green Morris chair and open the heavy dictionary on my lap, and find a new word every day. It was a big word, a word like eleemosynary or phantasmagoria - some word that, on the tongue, sounded great to me, and …
Stanlty Kunitz On The Layers
Stanley Kunitz (July 29, 1905 – May 14, 2006) I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather …
