Stanley Kunitz Quotes

You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.

We have all been expelled from the Garden, but the ones who suffer most in exile are those who are still permitted to dream of perfection.

What makes the engine go?Desire, desire, desire.

Mind's acres are forever green: Oh, IShall keep perpetual summer here; I shallRefuse to let one startled swallow die,Or, from the copper beeches, one leaf fall.