Stanley Kunitz
Stanley Kunitz
Stanley Jasspon Kunitzwas an American poet. He was appointed Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress twice, first in 1974 and then again in 2000...
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth29 July 1905
CityWorcester, MA
talking perfection vision
Not that you need to be a saint to have visions worth talking about. The most effective prescription, I suspect, is to be a disciplined sinner. Perfection, as Valery noted, is work.
people frailty knows
We have to learn how to live with our frailties. The best people I know are inadequate and unashamed.
dream children flying
Deftly they opened the brain of a child, and it was full of flying dreams.
be-careful careful
You must be careful not to deprive the poem of its wild origin.
blessing mind form
The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.
art thinking expression
When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgment of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself... That work is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitiude for the gift of life.
mean waiting new-life
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
quiver whole universe
The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.
giving style dare
Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.
art morality endure
The supreme morality of art is to endure.
beautiful dream art
To conquer a piece of earth and make it as beautiful as one can dream of it being: That is art, too. A man cannot be separated from the earth. I come out of the garden every day feeling, oh, inspired in a way that one needs in order to convert the daily-ness of the life into something greater than that little life itself.
men who-i-am remember
Darling, do you remember the man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am.
mother father
My mother never forgave my father