Galway Kinnell quotes

  • ...it is necessary to reteach a thing its loveliness, to put a hand on its brow of the flower and retell it in words and in touch it is lovely until it flowers again from within, of self-blessing...
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Flower #Blessing #Self

  • Never mind. The self is the least of it. Let our scars fall in love.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Falling In Love #Self #Mind

  • Sometimes it is necessary To reteach a thing its loveliness
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Sometimes #Loveliness

  • Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what's to come.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Warning #Canaries

  • Prose is walking; poetry is flying
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Flying #Poetry Is #Prose

  • Let our scars fall in love.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Falling In Love #Fall #Scar

  • Thats the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Profound #Way #Ridiculous

  • I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Forever #Live Forever

  • To me, poetry is somebody standing up, so to speak, and saying, with as little concealment as possible, what it is for him or her to be on earth at this moment
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Earth #Littles #Speak

  • Goodbye, you who are, for me, the postmarks again of shattered towns--Xenia, Burnt Cabins, Hornell-- their loneliness given away in poems, only their solitude kept.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Goodbye #War #Loneliness

  • this one whom habit of memory propels to the ground of his making, sleeper only the mortal sounds can sing awake, this blessing love gives again into our arms.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Children #Memories #Blessing

  • the rest of my days I spend wandering: wondering what, anyway, was that sticky infusion, that rank flavor of blood, that poetry, by which I lived?
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Poetry #Wonder #Poet

  • The bud stands for all things, even for those things that don't flower
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Flower

  • I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Special #Way #Persons

  • Go so deep into yourself, you speak for everyone.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Speak

  • The first step in the journey is to lose your way.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Journey #Way #Firsts

  • Kiss the mouth which tells you, here, here is the world. This mouth. This laughter. These temple bones.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Laughter #Kissing #World

  • I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, the stalks very prickly, a penalty they earn for knowing the black art of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries fall almost unbidden to my tongue, as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words like strengths or squinched, many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps, which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well in the silent, startled, icy, black language of blackberry - eating in late September.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Art #Fall #Knowing

  • Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead?
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Existence #Over It #Get Over

  • The only sense we still respect is eyesight, probably because it is so closely attached to the brain. Go into any American house at random, you will find something - a plastic flower, false tiles, some imitation something - something which can be appreciated as material only if apprehended by eyesight alone. Don't we go sightseeing in cars, thinking we can experience a landscape by looking at it through glass?
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Flower #Thinking #Glasses

  • When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you up in the moonlight, you cling to me hard, as if clinging could save us. I think you think I will never die, I think I exude to you the permanence of smoke or stars, even as my broken arms heal themselves around you.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Stars #Thinking #Broken

  • Little sleep's-head sprouting hair in the moonlight, when I come back we will go out together, we will walk out together among, the ten thousand things, each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Sleep #Hair #Dying

  • There are two versions to every poem – the crying version and the straight version
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Two #Cry

  • Second-hand gloves will become lovely again, their memories are what give them the need for other hands. And the desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness carved out of such tiny beings as we are asks to be filled; the need for the new love is faithfulness to the old.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Memories #Love Is #Hands

  • Turn on the dream you lived through the unwavering gaze. It is as you thought: the living burn. In the floating days may you discover grace.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Dream #Grace #Floating

  • The first step... shall be to lose the way.
    -- Galway Kinnell

    #Travel #Way #Firsts