• 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 art to decipher it. no doubt the next chapter in my book of transformations is already written. I am not done with my changes

    "The Collected Poems of Stanley Kunitz (The Layers)". Book by Stanley Kunitz, 1978.