Recently I came across a poem on the subway cars (always a pleasurable find) by Galway Kinnell (b Amer 1927-2014). I remembered reading & enjoying his "Hide-and-Seek" poem. Yesterday, I saw a different poster with Kinnell's poem entitled "Hide-and-Seek" so I took another peek, my interest being piqued. This poem was not what I spotted previously in the subway with the same title. Kinnell was awarded the Pulitzer Prize & the Nat'l Book Award for Poetry. The Nat'l Book Award judges deemed him "America's pre-eminent visionary." I took extraordinary delight in this sprightly written succinct poem that is filled with mirth & sorrow.
Once when we were playing hide-and-seek
And it was time to go home,
The rest gave up on me before it was done.
And I forgot I was I was still hiding.
I remained hidden as a matter
of honor until the moon rose.
I think of children gaily playing outdoors but surreptitiously excluding one whose pride outlasted the fun. I think of adults with cruel intentions or disregard that cut away & ostracize. The heart goes last.
I only just discovered Kinnell's poetry. I'm so enamored with his poetry I have purchased his last collection (2001) of poems entitled "Strong is Your Hold." Kinnell's writing holds a place alongside the great poets: Frost, Rilke & Whitman. I'm surprised I only now discovered his work. The title of his last poetry collection "Strong is Your Hold" is taken from a poem of Whitman's:
Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh
Strong is your hold, O love.
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