“trust the hours. Haven’t they / carried you everywhere, up to now?”
— Galway Kinnell
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This poem appeared in Mortal Acts, Mortal Words by Galway Kinnell, published by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1980. Shared here with deep gratitude.
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“What am I missing? I ask
patting my chest
pocket.
and I am missing everything living
that won’t come with me
into this sunny afternoon”
— Max Ritvo, from "Afternoon"
Today’s poem is selected by Elizabeth Metzger (@anelizabeth2) as part of the 20th anniversary of Read A Little Poetry.
We share this poem in remembrance of Max Ritvo, who died August 23rd nine years ago.