— unpredictable thoughts

Mes­sen­gers much like our­selves? Explain it.
Stead­fast­ness the dark­ness makes explicit?
Some­thing heard most clearly when not near it?

Above par­tic­u­lar­i­ties,

These unpar­tic­u­lar­i­ties praise can­not violate.

One has seen, in such steadi­ness unde­flected,
How by dark­ness a star is perfected.

Star that does not ask me if I see it?
Fir that would not wish me to uproot it?
Speech that does not ask me if I hear it?

Mys­ter­ies expound mysteries.

Stead­ier than steady, star daz­zling me, live and elate,

no need to say, how like some we have known; too like her,
too like him, and a-quiver forever.

—Mar­i­anne Moore, 1945