The poet Stanley Kunitz wrote these lines when he was close to the end of his life, which lasted an entire century.
"I am not done with my changes."
The layers of lives he lived within, like the successional growth of plants within the garden he tended for decades in Provincetown.
While working on the book, Stanley took mysteriously, gravely ill. After three days of living with the proximity of death, he re-emerged, transformed. "The Dark Angel doesn't bring death with him. He brings with him an aura, an intuition. And his contact with you--I'm trying to find the image for it--is an overbearing weight, you're being smothered. At the same time it's like a cloud passing over you that you engage, and it's combined with exhilaration. You meet your destiny, and there is a sense of being given power at the same time."
The cloud of unknowing.
It was his garden coming to life that he followed back to light.