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Remembering Stanley Kunitz

Remembering Stanley Kunitz

by Montgomery Maxton
Stanley, he grew his garden with dirt and words. He watered it with his own sweat, spit, and tears. Poetry is immortal and Stanley Kunitz, after a century plus almost one, was almost as well. But who says his ghost isn't already gracing the Poet's House, his garden? I just opened the Collected Poems and saw him, reminding me of “The Scene”: you die. You're born again. . . . He's immortal after all.
Originally Published: June 23, 2006

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