Stanley Kunitz
Born
in Worcester, Massachusetts, The United States
July 29, 1905
Died
May 14, 2006
Genre
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The Collected Poems
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published
2000
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8 editions
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The Wild Braid: A Poet Reflects on a Century in the Garden
by
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published
2005
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5 editions
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Passing Through: The Later Poems, New and Selected
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published
1995
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9 editions
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The Poems, 1928-1978
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published
1979
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3 editions
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The Testing Tree: Poems
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published
1971
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7 editions
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Selected Poems, 1928-1958
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published
1958
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7 editions
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Next-to-Last Things: New Poems and Essays
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published
1985
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4 editions
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Interviews and Encounters
by
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published
1993
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4 editions
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Poems of John Keats
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published
1964
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The Wellfleet Whale, and Companion Poems
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published
1983
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5 editions
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“The Layers
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 strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.”
― The Collected Poems
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 strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
“Live in the layers,
not on the litter.”
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.”
― The Collected Poems
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