Epigraph

Even in the time when as yet

I had no certain knowledge of her

She sprang from the nest, a young crow,

Whose first flight circled the forest.

I know now how then she showed me

Her mind, reaching out to the horizon,

She close above the tree tops.

I saw her eyes straining at the new distance

And as the woods fell from her flying

Likewise they fell from me as I followed …

From William Carlos Williams’s The Wanderer (1914)