Seasonal Works with Letters on Fire

On the Miracle of Nameless Feeling

O N T H E M I R A C L E O F N A M E L E S S F E E L I N G They struggled at sunset & moonrise, they struggled at sunrise— then not. It is best to be the calm one, a diadem. Over their heads, the galaxies whirled, fires so hot the sun could not relate; then, putting all that away . . . They’ve brought passion & exhaustion to the wedding. Lists are finished— abstraction & realism, details repeated as in airport carpet. Sometimes passion will sustain them or an interest in certain problems. Sometimes in the night they’ll describe the nameless feeling. Nations praise peace but the miracle is food—not just for the human, for the owl, the mouse. & now they stand as a lighthouse stands on granite, capped in cloud; it’s unbearable how often the sun goes down but the next day is a ship of numbers set on fire. Their love was nothing, then was almost everything. The named & the nameless dream with them there— F O R S K & M Z 5 0 ...