Stanley Kunitz, 1905-2006
I never actually met him, but was fortunate enough to hear him read in August of 2003, at the Fine Arts Work Center in Provincetown, in the room named for him. Being there was a true gift. So many of us owe so much to him.
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
to its feast of losses?
__________
Links:
Poetry Foundation (includes links to other sources)
3 comments:
I'm in the front row, next to the person in the brilliant red skirt. The people in front of you are the people who live in Stanley's childhood house, who sent the pears to him every year.
Oh, great times Stanley! Strong, strong memories. Thanks for posting this photo.
PS -- I think that's Cleopatra Mathis in the red. She did get there before he died.
Oh, I love that I was sitting behind the pear people without knowing it! That was such a good evening, even though I didn't know a soul in the room (well -- recognized a few faces, but nobody I knew to say hi to). Even so, I somehow felt that I was in a room full of friends, which was just the oddest and most welcome thing. I guess that's part of what Kunitz gave to poets and to poetry.
The photo, I should admit, came from the FAWC website...
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