““Her earliest memory was of wings. Luminous red and blue, yellow and green and orange; a black so rich it appeared liquid, edible. They moved above her and the sunlight made them glow as though they were themselves made of light, fragments of another, brighter world falling to earth about her crib. Her tiny hands stretched upwards to grasp them but could not: they were too elusive, too radiant, too much of the air.””
![“[Poetry] was a form of incantation, a means of welding the world inside his head to the one that surrounded him, words the fiery chain that bound it all together.” quote by Elizabeth Hand](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/266/elizabeth-hand-29627_art_poetry-was-a-form-of-incantation-a-means_826614.jpg)
