stanley kunitz lived for most of the 20th century. he inhabited the 20th century.and his voice, his poetic voice is such a beautifully modulated elegiac voice that -- it's a wise voice, it's so wise. this is a wonderful example of how language also helps to orchestrate the feeling. the way it begins, "summer is late, my heart." and the way that it starts on an accent, "summer." and you just go, you're in the poem. and then he begins to weave that late summer around you. and you feel the tug of autumn coming, even in the rhythm of the poem. but -- but also in what he says. he melds the season and the way that it is waning with the waning of the human body. and yet love endures. all of that - these are elemental and crucial and enduring emotion that we have. but he manages to put it into this direct address, you know, which actually tugs at us as well. you hear him speaking almost to us. it's an incredible poem. it does render you speechless, it makes me cry almost every time i read it. >> same here, that last -- the surprising last line, you know, "remind me who i a