You kept casting
your line, and when it did not come back
empty, it was tangled with mine. Some nights,
dreaming, I step again into the small boat
that carried us out and watch the bank receding —
my back to where I know we are headed.
Natasha Tretheway, “Elegy”
"the glorious luck in the way of a perfect dinner dress is by Oscar de la Renta for Jane Derby”
Faulkner, Light in August, 105.