Out of NetherlandA Poem by JohnNOut of Netherland Days are like countries Old Arabic Proverb 1 Swaddled in space, slung between
the seconds, Above the ticking trace of an
abyss, Hours in abeyance, entrances,
echoes, Days are repeated, months simply
forgotten. Seeing a year stretched into
shape, the number three Dissolve, the numbers one and
two look shaken, Seeing the tearful parting, hear
the cries escaping, As darkness takes them to
another place, Before the coal eyes of the
coldest man, To a distance counted in
years, not yards. Cold for the snow man, in the
eternal Silence of this nether land,
where across A vast vista of time and space a
light Appears, shines for a moment, and is
gone. 11 Here in this unbound space of
blur and torpor,
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A table and a bowl of water here, The table gone, the table’s legs
still stand, The legs still stand but not the
bowl of water: The lies of old eyes and old
habits for Inside, outside, a black immensity, As far as the mind can stretch,
and no further. Take solace in the little words,
the bonds, The strings that hold the dark
inflatables, Before they too break free from
their fetters, Up, and over, and under, and
away, While the body tumbles and stumbles
out Into the freakish, black
immensity of space, To the furthest reaches,
breaking surfaces, Breaking to the last of the low,
and beyond.
1V A hand extends through space,
finger after In this cradle of feathers and
extinction. Here, the world is enough, the trees above Are enough, all of this reality Is contingent, and enough, for
there is A ration of rain, a day, and a
life. See in a blaze, a glory of white
light, The illuminated, and everything Listen, now, for the howling of
anguished stars, Immeasurably far, and near, and
wonder At an unreal cosmos of blues and
greens, Existing, and ceasing to exist For always, in an instant,
extinguished, Before the seismic silence of
this place. © 2024 John |
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