What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire. - Stanley Kunitz
What makes the engine go?Desire, desire, desire. - Stanley Kunitz
Toward dawn we shared with youyour hour of desolation,the huge lingering passionof your unearthly out cry,as you swung your blind headtowards us and laboriously openeda bloodshot, glistening eye,in which we swam with terror and recognition. - Stanley Kunitz
Mind's acres are forever green: Oh, IShall keep perpetual summer here; I shallRefuse to let one startled swallow die,Or, from the copper beeches, one leaf fall. - Stanley Kunitz
...few young poets [are] testing their poems against the ear. They're writing for the page, and the page, let me tell you, is a cold bed. - Stanley Kunitz
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day. - Stanley Kunitz
Darling, do you rememberthe man you married? Touch me, remind me who I am. - Stanley Kunitz