Old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race.

His poems began to appear in Poetry Commonweal The New Republic The Nation and The Dial. Kunitz's confidence was not in the best of shape when in 1959 he had trouble finding a publiStanley Kunitzr for his third book Selected Poems: 1928-1958. Later he got a job as a cub reporter on the The Worcester Telegram where he would continue working during his summer vacations from college.

: /ˈkjuːnɪts/; July 29 1905 – May 14 2006) was an American poet. Stanley Jasspon Kunitz (pron.