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

Stanley Kunitz

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Stanley Kunitz
Age: 100 †
Born: 1905
Born: July 29
Died: 2006
Died: May 14
Linguist
Poet
Translator
Writer
Worcester
Massachusetts
Stanley Jasspon Kunitz
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Doubt
Directed
Litter
Done
Written
Layers
Transformations
Though
Covered
Wreckage
Voice
Transformation
Decipher
Next
Lack
Clouded
Night
Changes
Darkest
Art
Moon
Chapter
Live
Already
Chapters
Roamed

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