Writing a poem. . . is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory of emotion) and the learned skills of the conscious mind.
[My] excursions provided a unique opportunity for observing [the gorillas' behavior] in their natural habitat. . . Then, all too soon, the infants were demanded for their trip to the zoo. . . . [H]appily the babies did not know they would never see their mountain home again