Stanley Kunitz, 100, celebrated poet

NEW YORK — Stanley Kunitz, a former U.S. poet laureate and Pulitzer Prize winner whose expressive verse, social commitment and generosity to young writers spanned three-quarters of a century, has died. He was 100.

He died in his sleep early Sunday at his home in Manhattan, said his publisher, W.W. Norton.

Mr. Kunitz had just turned 95 when he was appointed poet laureate in 2000, capping a career that began 70 years earlier with the collection "Intellectual Things" and later included a Pulitzer, a National Medal of the Arts and — at age 90 — a National Book Award.

He served a single one-year term as poet laureate and was also the Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress, the precursor to poet laureate, from 1974 to 1976.

His poems included tributes to nature and wildlife, such as "The Snakes of September"; the traumatic memories of "The Portrait," about his father's suicide; and the spiritual journey of "The Long Boat," with his wish "To be rocked by the Infinite!/as if it didn't matter which way was home."

His early work was more formal, more dependent on rhyme and meter, but he anticipated his own evolution with the poem "Change," with its promise of "Becoming, never being." Over time, his verse simplified, crystallized, with Mr. Kunitz once observing that he had learned to "strip the water out of my poems."

In some ways, he maintained a quiet, contemplative life, working for hours at night on an old manual typewriter, and by day nurturing his beloved garden in Provincetown, Mass. But he also helped found two writing centers and was a self-described pacifist who was a conscientious objector in World War II, opposed the Vietnam War and criticized the war against Iraq.

"He was very outgoing, very cheerful, very funny, very interested in you and the others in the room," said fellow poet Galway Kinnell. "You could say that most of the American poets younger than he was tended to look up to him as their guide, their leader, their surrogate father."

"Of course," Kinnell added with a laugh, "after a while, all the poets were younger poets."

Shortly before his 100th birthday, "The Wild Braid" was published, featuring poems, photographs of Mr. Kunitz in his garden and his reflections on gardening, art and the end of life. "Death is absolutely essential for the survival of life itself on the planet," he said, explaining his acceptance of mortality. "It would become full of old wrecks, dominating the population."

Born in Worcester, Mass., in 1905, Stanley Kunitz was raised by his mother, an immigrant dressmaker from Lithuania. His father took his own life before Mr. Kunitz was born, and his mother, as he wrote in "The Portrait," "locked his name/in her deepest cabinet/and would not let him out/though I could hear him thumping."

He graduated summa cum laude from Harvard University and got his master's degree there. He expected to be invited to stay on as an assistant, until a professor told him that the white Anglo-Saxon students there would resent being taught by a Jew.

"That really almost broke my heart. And I think in the end it probably did me a great favor," Mr. Kunitz said, "because it prevented me from becoming a completely preoccupied scholar."

After leaving school, Mr. Kunitz worked as a newspaper reporter and editor and continued writing verse. He was just 25 when "Intellectual Things" was published.

He is survived by a daughter, Gretchen Kunitz; and a stepdaughter, Babette Becker.