Kay Ryan - To Explain the Solitary lyrics

It's easy to think a moor or heath or penury or a a strain of madness in the family could explain the solitary, but there are daily reports of people overriding the most exotic restraints to become ordinary. The armless woman uses her toes to woodburn kittens. The blind man demonstrates vacuums and sells lots of them, as convinced of lint as the next person. Shall I go on? At the extremities, the furthest Galápago or worst prison teases all the ordinary occupations from a few birds blown wrong. There is no place where most people don't adjust. Amherst didn't cure Miss Dickinson or Ireland hurt Mr. Yeats into song.