- Galway Kinnell
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.
[NOTE: This was first posted on Apr 12, 2006. I can't locate the poem it is excerpted from. If any of you comes across it, I would appreciate your posting it. Thanks!]
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It is in the collection:When One Has Lived a Long Time Alone.
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