In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed th... - Stanley Kunitz, The Collected Poems

"In my darkest night,when the moon was coveredand I roamed through wreckage,a nimbus-clouded voicedirected me:“Live in the layers,not on the litter.”Though I lack the artto decipher it,no doubt the next chapterin my book of transformationsis already written.I am not done with my changes."