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PARTISAN REVIEW
10. This is how yesterday's volcano looks.
11. There is an island Palahude by name-
12. An uncivil shape like a gigantic haw.
These casual exfoliations are
Of the tropic of resemblance, sprigs
Of Capricorn or as the sign demands,
Apposites, to the slightest edge, of the whole
Undescribed composition of the sugar-cone,
Shiftings of an inchoate crystal tableau,
The momentary footings of a climb
Up the pineapple, a table Alp and yet
An Alp, a purple Southern mountain bisqued
With the molten mixings of related things,
Gat's taste possibly or possibly Danish lore,
The small luxuriations that portend
Universal delusions of universal grandeurs,
The slight incipiencies, of which the form,
At last, is the pineapple on the table or else
An object the sum of its complications, seen
And unseen. This is everybody's world.
Here the total artifice reveals itself
As
the total reality. Therefore it is
One says even of the odor of this fruit,
That steeps the room, quickly, then not at all,
It is more than the odor of this core of earth
And water. It is that which is distilled
In the prolific ellipses that we know,
In the planes that tilt hard revelations on
The eye, a geometric glitter, tiltings
As of sections collecting toward the greenest cone.
