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Galway Kinnell's twelfth book of poems is powerful and thrilling. Imperfect Thirst includes beautiful love poems and approaches elemental subjects with a remarkable balance of good nature and holy dread: recollections of childhood, snapshots of impassive cruelty, reflections on art and nature. This energetic collection will prove once again why Galway Kinnell was one of America's masters of the art.
Galway Kinnell
GALWAY KINNELL (1927–2014) was a MacArthur Fellow and state poet of Vermont. In 1982 his Selected Poems won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. For many years he was the Erich Maria Remarque Professor of Creative Writing at New York University, as well as a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets. For thirty-five years—from The Book of Nightmares to Mortal Acts and, most recently, Strong Is Your Hold—Galway Kinnell enriched American poetry, not only with his poems but also with his teaching and powerful public readings.
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Imperfect Thirst - Galway Kinnell
Table of Contents
Title Page
Table of Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
PROEM
The Pen
I
My Mother’s R & R
Showing My Father Through Freedom
Hitchhiker
The Man in the Chair
Picnic
II
The Cellist
Running on Silk
The Deconstruction of Emily Dickinson
The Night
Trees
III. SHEFFIELD GHAZALS
The Biting Insects
Paradise Elsewhere
Collusion of Elements
Driving West
Passing the Cemetery
IV
Parkinson’s Disease
Telephoning in Mexican Sunlight
The Music of Poetry
Rapture
The Road Across Skye
V
Lackawanna
Holy Shit
Flies
The Striped Snake and the Goldfinch
Neverland
About the Author
Footnotes
Copyright © 1994 by Galway Kinnell
All rights reserved
For information about permission to reproduce selections from this book, write to Permissions, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt Publishing Company, 215 Park Avenue South, New York, New York 10003.
www.hmhco.com
The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:
Kinnell, Galway, date.
Imperfect thirst / Galway Kinnell.
p. cm.
ISBN 0-395-71089-8 ISBN 0-395-75528-x (pbk.)
I. Title.
PS3521.1582146 1994
811'.54—dc20 94-27044 CIP
eISBN 978-0-547-34830-8
v2.1114
The poems in this book originally appeared in the following publications:
The American Poetry Review: The Deconstruction of Emily Dickinson, My Mother’s R&R, The Night, The Pen, Showing My Father Through Freedom, The Striped Snake and the Goldfinch.
Antaeus: The Music of Poetry.
The Boston Review: Telephoning in Mexican Sunlight.
Brick: Holy Shit.
The Hungry Mind Review: Sheffield Ghazals (which appeared in early form in the works-in-progress issue of Ploughshares under the title Sheffield Pastorals), Trees
The Atlantic Monthly: The Cellist.
The Paris Review: Lackawanna.
Poetry: Neverland.
Princeton University Library Chronicle: The Road Across Skye.
The New Yorker: Flies, Hitchhiker, The Man in the Chair, Parkinson’s Disease, Picnic, Rapture.
The Threepenny Review: Running on Silk.
TO BOBBIE
If your eyes are not deceived by the mirage
Do not be proud of the sharpness of your understanding;
It may be your freedom from this optical illusion
Is due to the imperfectness of your thirst.
—Sohrawardi
PROEM
THE PEN
Its work is memory.
It engraves sounds into paper and fills them with pounded nutgall.
It can transcribe most of the sounds that the child, waking early, not yet knowing which language she will one day speak, sings.
Asleep in someone’s pocket in an airplane, the pen dreams of paper, and a feeling of pressure comes into it, and, like a boy dreaming of Grace Hamilton, who sits in front of him in the fifth grade, it could spout.
An old pen with unresilient ink sac may make many scratches before it inks.
The pen’s alternation of lifts and strokes keeps thoughts coming in a rhythmic flow.
When several thoughts arrive together, the pen may resort to scribbling blah blah,
meaning, come back to this later.
Much of what pens write stands for blah blah.
In the Roman system, the pen moves to the right, and at the margin swerves backward and downward—perhaps dangerous directions, but necessary for reentering the past.
The pen is then like the person who gets out of the truck, goes around to the rear, signals to the driver, and calls, C’mon back.
Under increased concentration the pen spreads its nib, thickening the words that attempt to speak the unspeakable.
These are the fallen-angel words.
Ink is their ichor.
They have a mineral glint, given by clarity of knowing, even in hell.
The pen also uses ink to obfuscate, like the cuttlefish, by inculcating the notions that reality happens one complete sentence after another, and that if we have words for an event, we understand it—as in:
How’s your pa?
He died.
Oh.
When my father died, leaving my mother and me alone in the house, I don’t know even now what