Full of softness and purity.I write about his revisiting his past to cure his injury..he is brave as he searches for his lost injury and lost self...he frees himself through poetry
The knowledge of this poet is one of the last gifts my late husband left me. Among his papers, I found a copy of "Touch Me," and I read it to him before he died. What a profound poet, what a great, hauntingly beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing these videos.
Thank you for your message, and I'm so sorry for your loss. But I hope Stanley Kunitz's beautiful poem eased some pain. Thank you for sharing your message. Sending all the best.
Thanks so much for watching. He was a wonderful presence; we were lucky enough to host him twice for readings, and he brought the house down each time.
-''Open The Gates'' (4:45-5:45) ''Within the city of the burning cloud, Dragging my life behind me in a sack, Naked I prowl, scourged by the black Temptation of the blood grown proud. Here at the monumental door, Carved with the curious legend of my youth, I brandish the great bone of my death, Beat once therewith and beat no more. The hinges groan: a rush of forms Shivers my name, wrenched out of me. I stand on the terrible threshold, and I see The end and the beginning in each other's arms.''
What a joy to visit with Stanley Kunitz. Thank you. Years ago, in fact decades ago, invited to his birthday party at the University of Richmond, I had the audacity to take a poem of mine about "old age" and give it to him. He had the gentle graciousness to thank me. He remains with me.
We're so glad you appreciated this program. Mr. Kunitz was one of the nation's treasures. Perhaps you'd enjoy the program with one of his students, Marie Howe, who also has the knack of observation of the sacred. Thank you for watching and commenting.
Indeed, we were lucky to have Mr. Kunitz read for us twice. He was a national treasure. Perhaps you would enjoy our show featuring Donald Hall. Thank you for watching, and for commenting.
Thought I’d related a story I’d read about his birthday party and a family of owls...and a nice reply from Hocopolitso- but can’t find it Was the story in fact untrue? If so I apologize Patrick
Absolutely. Perhaps it takes a pandemic to turn our eyes back to poetry to find out what it feels like to be alive. Thanks for watching, and caring about poetry.
Full of softness and purity.I write about his revisiting his past to cure his injury..he is brave as he searches for his lost injury and lost self...he frees himself through poetry
poetry is freedom, poetry is courage, poetry is love, poetry is human...
The knowledge of this poet is one of the last gifts my late husband left me. Among his papers, I found a copy of "Touch Me," and I read it to him before he died. What a profound poet, what a great, hauntingly beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing these videos.
Thank you for your message, and I'm so sorry for your loss. But I hope Stanley Kunitz's beautiful poem eased some pain. Thank you for sharing your message. Sending all the best.
Thanks so much for watching. He was a wonderful presence; we were lucky enough to host him twice for readings, and he brought the house down each time.
The poet living on the edge, celebrating survival.
This is probably some of the most beautiful things I've ever heard.thsnk you stanley Kunitz
Thank you for watching, and for appreciating dear Stanley. He was a lovely person, and an amazing poet.
Wonderful to have this record of such a fine and true poet!
Mr. Orr conducts a fine interview here. Much gratitude.
Thank you very much for posting such inspiring and wondrous material.
-''Open The Gates'' (4:45-5:45)
''Within the city of the burning cloud,
Dragging my life behind me in a sack,
Naked I prowl, scourged by the black
Temptation of the blood grown proud.
Here at the monumental door,
Carved with the curious legend of my youth,
I brandish the great bone of my death,
Beat once therewith and beat no more.
The hinges groan: a rush of forms
Shivers my name, wrenched out of me.
I stand on the terrible threshold, and I see
The end and the beginning in each other's arms.''
He is/was an amazing poet. Thank you for the wonderful citation. Enjoy our many poets on the other shows.
What a joy to visit with Stanley Kunitz. Thank you. Years ago, in fact decades ago, invited to his birthday party at the University of Richmond, I had the audacity to take a poem of mine about "old age" and give it to him. He had the gentle graciousness to thank me. He remains with me.
Gentle graciousness is a wonderful way to describe this gentleman poet. So happy you enjoyed the interview.
Thank you so much.
How transient life is, yet the joy of being alive, even with losses we strive.... This poet, Stanley Kunitz, bought tears to my eyes...
We're so glad you appreciated this program. Mr. Kunitz was one of the nation's treasures. Perhaps you'd enjoy the program with one of his students, Marie Howe, who also has the knack of observation of the sacred. Thank you for watching and commenting.
Exceedingly refreshing, all the greatest themes for true beauty and life.🕊💖🕊 thank you.
I was fortunate to see Kunitz do a reading (Univ. of Idaho 1984 or so). It was one of those memories I will never forget.
Brilliant man. Thank you for the video.
Indeed, we were lucky to have Mr. Kunitz read for us twice. He was a national treasure. Perhaps you would enjoy our show featuring Donald Hall. Thank you for watching, and for commenting.
Thank you.
Tears.
Thought I’d related a story I’d read about his birthday party and a family of owls...and a nice reply from Hocopolitso- but can’t find it
Was the story in fact untrue? If so I apologize
Patrick
Do not go gently into the night also has a son talking to his father..
The 02:10 mark is illuminating.
Absolutely. Perhaps it takes a pandemic to turn our eyes back to poetry to find out what it feels like to be alive. Thanks for watching, and caring about poetry.