Galway Kinnell, “Hide-and-Seek 1933”
poetry
Once when we were playing
hide-and-seek and it was time
to go home, the rest gave up
on the game before it was done
and forgot I was still hiding.
I remained hidden as a matter
of honor until the moon rose.
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Galway Kinnell is the best. Absolutely the best.
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