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PERSONAL: Born February 1, , in Providence RI; son of James Scott and Elizabeth (Mills) Kinnell; married Ines Delgado dem Torres; children: Maud, Fergus, Natasha. Education:Princeton University, A.B. (summa cum laude), ; University of Rochester, M.A.,

ADDRESSES: Home—Sheffield, VT ; Hudson St., New York, NY Office—New York University, Department of English, New York, färsk

CAREER: Poet and translator, —. Alfred University, Alfred, NY, instructor in English, ; University of Chicago, Chicago, IL, supervisor of liberal arts program at downtown campus, ; University of Grenoble, Grenoble, France, American lecturer, ; University of Nice, Nice, France, lecturer in summer möte, ; University of Iran, Teheran, Iran, Fulbright lecturer, ; Columbia University, New York, färsk, adjunct associate professor, , adjunct professor, , ; University of Hawaii at Manoa, Honolulu, Citizens' Professor, ; New York University, New York, NY, director of writing program, , Samuel F

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Poet Galway Kinnell, winner of Pulitzer Prize, dies at 87

Galway Kinnell, the Pulitzer Prize-winning poet who opened up American verse in the s and beyond through his forceful, spiritual takes on the outsiders and underside of contemporary life, has died. He was

Kinnell died of leukemia Tuesday at his home in Sheffield, Vt., said his wife, Bobbie Bristol.

Among the most celebrated poets of his time, he won the Pulitzer and National Book Award for the release “Selected Poems” and later received a MacArthur “genius” Fellowship. In , he was named Vermont’s poet laureate, and the Academy of American Poets gave him the Wallace Stevens Award for lifetime achievement. His other books include “Body Rags,” “Mortal Acts, Mortal Words,” “The Past” and his final book of poetry, “Strong Is Your Hold,” released in

Kinnell’s style blended the physical and the philosophical, not shying from the most tactile and jarring details of humans and nature, exploring their greater dimensions. He once

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About the death of any friend one feels sadness; with some, though, that sadness is tempered by gratitude, by a feeling of privilege to have been able to live in the world at the same time as the one who’s gone. I knew Galway Kinnell for almost half a century, we were friends for a good part of that time, and that feeling of being fortunate to know him, to be able to be with him, never diminished.

In public and in private, he was a singular presence, physically imposing, with the kind of efficiency and lack of excess gestures that very powerful people can have, but he was also gentle in manner, warm and solicitous, and his voice had a certain resonant kindness, with overtones of sympathy and solicitude, all of which came through not only in person but when he recited his poems to his numerous and enthusiastic audiences. He was a musical, dramatic, moving reader of his own poetry, and, when he had the chance, he liked to read aloud the poetry of