‘How not to be lonely’
Downtown Worcester from Norfolk Street. The city is in a very hilly area.
Photo by Terageorge
“When I was a boy in Worcester, Massachusetts, my family lived on the top of a hill, at the thin edge of the city, with woods beyond. Much of the time I was alone, but I learned how not to be lonely, exploring the surrounding fields and the old Indian trails.’’
— Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006), poet, including as the U.S. poet laureate
‘Since Eden went wrong’
“It was the dingiest bird
you ever saw, all the color
washed from him, as if
he had been standing in the rain,
friendless and stiff and cold,
since Eden went wrong.''
—From “Robin Redbreast,’’ by Stanley Kunitz (1905-2006), American poet and teacher. A Worcester native, he divided much of time in adult life between Provincetown and New York City.