TransformationsAll night he ran, his body air, But that was in another year. Lately the answered shape of his laughter, The shape of his smallest word, is fire. He who is a fierce young crier Of poems will be as tranquil as water, Keeping, in sunset glow, the pure Image of limitless desire; Then enter earth and come to be, Inch by inch, geography.
Stanley KunitzAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 29, 1905
- Died: May 14, 2006