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I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before I can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from the abandoned camp-sites, over which the scavenger angels wheel on heavy wings. Oh, I have made myself a tribe out of my true affections, and my tribe is scattered! How shall the heart be reconciled to its feast of losses? In a rising wind, the manic dust of my friends, those who fell along the way, bitterly stings my face. Yet I turn. I turn, exulting somewhat, with my will intact to go wherever I need to go, and every stone on the road precious to me. In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through the wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: -Live in the layers, not on the litter- Though I lack the art to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.


Stanley Kunitz


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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.

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