Apples from Shinar: A Book of Poems

OF OBJECTS CONSIDERED AS FORTRESSES

OF OBJECTS CONSIDERED AS FORTRESSES IN A BALEFUL SPACE I and the other intruders, The oak and stone my brothers, Stare at one another Upon the plain of nothing. As if to ask what wonder By willing or by blunder Could lead to this encounter Upon the plain of nothing. (As if to ask what meeting Could overmatch the wonder Of opaque hostile Being Emergent out of nothing.) The nothing is a glitter Wicked, a frosty water, Upon which no words scatter, Not hallo, sob or laughter. Upon their petty islands The something and the something, Knowing or blank, in silence Await the will of nothing. One, one, and one, Mysteries of the moon, And the always never-guests, None, none. [35] ...