'then found you on the edge, with all in view,
all in hand, tall as a mast of white pine
to which I had to lash myself or drown.'

'Somewhere deep down in the marrow of our bones. We’re very at home there, it was our native environment for hundreds and thousands of years. So even just to rest our eyes on it is to feel consoled and reunited. Like a blood transfusion, is how he puts it.'

'As they age, all things grow rigid and bright.
The streets fall nameless, and the knots untie.'

'The violets in the mountains have broken the rocks.'