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. Stanley Kunitz
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In my darkest night, when the moon was covered and I roamed through wreckage, a nimbus-clouded voice directed me: "Live in the layers, not on the litter." Though I lack the understanding to decipher it, no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes.

Source: The Collected Poems

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