These things float around in my head
Like a boat that cuts its motor
In the middle of a lake,
Where under a full moon and no wind
The singing of the crickets far away
Goes up and up like a curtain of beads.
Doesn’t it make you shiver?
There’s a fearlessness I envy
In the simple soft wavering dark.

Alicia Ostriker, closing lines to “Ohio Evening,” New Letters (vol. 70, no. 2, 2004)

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