If I Could Cry


In a poem titled The Quarrel by Stanley Kunitz, he writes: “If I could cry, I’d cry, but I am too old to be anybody’s child.” As I reread many of the poems of this Poet Laureate, I found some poems that resonated. I have been feeling down lately. Sad because of the violence and hatred that seems to appear everywhere.  Sometimes I want to cry … Continue reading If I Could Cry