Oblivion Banjo Quotes

“The plains drift on through the deep daylight. I watch the snow bees sent mad by the sun. The limbs of the hickory trees swing loose in the noontide, Feathery, stretching their necks. The wind blows through its own hair forever. If something is due me still —Firedogs, ashes, the soap of another life— I give it back. And this hive Of shelved combs, my wax in its little box.”
― Charles Wright, Oblivion Banjo: The Poetry of Charles Wright