Start with the premise that I can’t stand reading anything that follows anywhere along the lines of, “I saw the glistening stippled beauty of its form inhale my meagerly tied offering, and the line went taught, and for a few brief moments the rainbow and I, our souls merged into one…” Right. (If that’s your thing, sorry man, no offense.) In contrast, here’s some great stuff (according to me at least) from William Stafford: Traveling through the Dark Traveling through the dark I found a deer dead on the edge of the Wilson River road. It is usually best to roll them into the canyon: that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead. By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of…