Vol. 46 No. 3 1979 - page 431

Keith Waldrop
HOW TO TELL DISTANCES
Proclus rises from the
surface of the moon, between
fecund and serene
seas, both dry. Long
corridors and unexpected
rooms. One hears
the voice of the page,
aware of bosom. Emphasis
on the simple solids. All our
decorations temporary, dry
panels, friezes .
A side gate promises
unconsidered scenery. We spread
into definitions.
You are welcome to this
map, though it does not
begin to chart the necessary
roads to any real event.
What is a cause in
general? All the elements of the
universe, with the single exception
of yourself. Most poems, later
or sooner, go unread. I measure
things by my own
change of place. Intense original
heat graduall y
radiating into empty
space. Note Leibniz Mountains.
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