In Memory of Stanley Kunitz, July 29, 1905 - May 14, 2006. "Art is that chalice into which we pour the wine of transcendence. What is imagination but a reflection of our yearning to belong to eternity as well as to time."
I had the pleasure of interviewing the poet Stanley Kunitz twice - once when he was 96 years old and again just days before he turned 100. Entering his hidden gate on Commercial Street in Provincetown was like entering a secret garden, with beauty and wonder tucked into every corner. He was incredibly charming, an outrageous flirt and an avid gardener. After work tonight, I drove around town stopping to photograph the most beautiful gardens I could find in honor of his birthday.
beautiful tribute, Laurie. Sounds like both of you were fortunate to have meet one another. The colors in these lilies seem unusual to me, really lovely.
you are such a great person....i am so happy to have met you via this site...wonderful tribute....happy also that you like my quote today...xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxooxoxoxoxooxoxoxox
Gorgeous lilies & dof