Dana Gioia Quote

And hate the bright stillness of the noon without wind, without motion. the only other living thing a hawk, hungry for prey, suspended in the blinding, sunlit blue. And yet how gentle it seems to someone raised in a landscape short of rain- the skyline of a hill broken by no more trees than one can count, the grass, the empty sky, the wish for water.

Literature: An Introduction to Fiction, Poetry, and Drama (ed. Harpercollins College Div, 1994) - ISBN: 9780673522818