Galway Kinnell

Let our scars fall in love.

— Galway Kinnell

When a group of people get up from a table, the table doesn’t

— Galway Kinnell

The bud

— Galway Kinnell

A boy's hunched body loved out of a stalkHis heart to the darkness and into the sadness of joy.

— Galway Kinnell

The appeal to heaven breaks off.It is a flower. On this mountainside it is dying.

— Galway Kinnell

The sheer blue milken dreaminess spurting and shudderingthe long, perfect loveliness of sow.

— Galway Kinnell

I take a wolf's rib and whittleon the fairway of the bears.

— Galway Kinnell

the wages

— Galway Kinnell