“How many years have slipped through our hands? At least as many as the constellations we still can identify. The quarter moon, like a light skiff, floats out of the mist-remnants Of last night’s hard rain. It, too, will slip through our fingers with no ripple, without us in it.” YearsStillsHardHandsLightLastsNightMoonRainFingersQuartersSlipsFloatsLast NightMistConstellationsRippleRemnants Author:Charles Wright
“If you want great tranquility/ It's hard work and a long walk” IfsWantLongHardWalksHard WorkTranquilityLong Walks Book:Negative Blue: Selected Later Poems Source: Negative Blue: Selected Later Poems
