Quotes from Galway Kinnell

I have always intended to live forever; but not until now, to live now.

This happened to your father and to you, Galway-sick to stay, longing to come up against the ends of the earth, and climb over.

You live under the Sign of the Bear, who flounders through chaos in his starry blubber: poor fool, poor forked branch of applewood, you will feel all your bones break over the holy waters you will never drink.

the wages of dying is love.

For here, the moment all the spaces along the road between here and there - which the young know are infinite and all others know are not - get used up, that's it.

What do they sing, the last birds coasting down the twilight, banking across woods filled with darkness, their frayed wings curved on the world like a lover's arms which form, night after night, in sleep, an irremediable absence?

Is there a mechanism of death, that so mutilates existence no one, gets over it not even the dead?