One hundred years of plenitude

For Stanley Kunitz, poetry is part of the rhythm of life

By David Mehegan

Globe Staff / July 28, 2005

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In a corner chair on a hot day, with his famous garden below the window, Stanley Kunitz sits and pushes forward the words, with all his strength. Each comes slowly, and just when it seems he has lost his train of thought, the next word emerges, and the result is a distilled idea about life, poetry, the world. (Full article: 1566 words)