Galway Kinnell

photo by DABrown



Everyone knows
everything sings and dies.
But it could be, too, everything dies and sings,
and a life is the interlude
when, still humming, we can look up, gawk about, imagine whatever,
say it,
topple back into singing.
Oh first our voice be done, and then, before and afterwards and all
around it, that singing.


—from “Flower of Five Blossoms” by Galway Kinnell




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