I dropped my hoe and ran into the house and started to write this poem, 'End of Summer? It began as a celebration of wild geese. Eventually the geese flew out of the poem, but I like to think they left behind the sound of their beating wings.
Stanley KunitzAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: July 29, 1905
- Died: May 14, 2006
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