Galway Kinnell e adresoi këtë pyetje bazike të ekzistencës me dashuni dhe shpirt të madh në një poezi që e shkroi për një student të tij që po mendonte me ba vetëvrasje pas një përfundimi të papritur të një romance.
everything that is– is equal in front of these eyes.
none’s higher, none’s lower.
people can rank themselves however they please;
it’s their right!
my spine refuses concepts such as these.
a nihilistic piece of art,
a book written by an half-alive writer;
or probably even Sartre.
We were tiny things,
cups of coffee,
spilled coffee on this huge tablecloth made of lines going up
made of lines remaining as dots.
when the last of what was goes and gets replaced
by the one who is not yet here,
the flow will change
the human will know
the bells will ring
and the all Universe will know,
WE WERE HERE!
lines form and invite me to dance.
I am tired.
for in refusal I evolved,
in acceptance I was raised.
Nothing! – I add,
for only adding I can.
sometimes subtract, then add again.