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“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.”

Quote by Galway Kinnell

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A New Selected Poems

This book is a curated selection of poems, offering readers a diverse array of literary expressions and emotional insights. The poems within are believed to span various subjects and emotions, providing a rich tapestry of poetic expression. more

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Galway Kinnell
Galway Kinnell

Galway Kinnell was an American poet celebrated for his evocative and often mystical imagery. His poetry frequently delved into themes of nature, spirituality, and the human condition, earning him a place among the most influential poets in American literature. Kinnell's work is known for its emotional depth and lyrical beauty, which have garnered him numerous awards and a lasting legacy. more

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