Poet's Choice

By Robert Pinsky
Sunday, May 21, 2006

Very few human lives are as long as that of Stanley Kunitz, who died last week at the age of 100, and few artists have had productive careers as long as his. Here is "Touch Me," the final poem in his Collected Poems . It first appeared in Passing Through: The Later Poems , published in 1995:

Touch Me

Summer is late, my heart.

Words plucked out of the air

some forty years ago

when I was wild with love

and torn almost in two

scatter like leaves this night

of whistling wind and rain.

It is my heart that's late,

it is my song that's flown.

Outdoors all afternoon

under a gunmetal sky

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