legato con amore in un volume <br />ciò che per l’universo si squaderna . . . <br /> <br /> <br />If what began (look far and wide) will end: <br />This lava globe huddle and freeze, its core <br />Brittle with cold, or pulled too near its friend <br />Pop once like one gun in a long-drawn war, <br />And the stars sputter one by one, the night <br />So empty judging empty’s out of date <br />(Space and time gone), then only, height on height, <br />Mind that impelled those currents and that freight, <br />Mind that after five days (see those days! <br />Regions all tropic one day, one all ice!) <br />Whistled man from the sea-moss, saw him raise <br />The blundering forepaw, blink from shaggy eyes— <br />If image, likeness in the ox-yoke brow <br />Long out of focus, focused mind to Mind— <br />Ah what unspeakable two and two allows <br />That silence huddle and all eyes go blind? <br />Our ups and downs—there! that remembered makes <br />Memory which is the single mind. How sweet <br />Carmine stars of the maple fumed in rakes <br />At 1350 such and such a street. <br />A thing to keep in mind. Yes and keep yet <br />When the vile essence violescence lies. <br />Once in winter by the richening sill <br />Quiet, the fireplace tiny in our eyes— <br />I mention this; there’s more. The Almighty will <br />Aeons late stumble on it with surprise.<br /><br />John Frederick Nims<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/conclusion-13/
