Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Stanley Kunitz - Provincetown Cemetery

He especially loved and lovingly tended his garden; it was situated between the sidewalk and his front door on Commercial Street in the west end of Provincetown. A small sweet man. Bent with age he would, if you said "Hi Stanley" as you passed by, look up, nod, smile, and lift a hand in acknowledgement. At least he did such one morning when I passed by.

Now he's gone but you can get to know him pretty well by reading just his last book The Wild Braid. It contains some poems, some pictures, some interviews with him, and other prose. You'll end up feeling some love for the guy.

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