Maxine Chernoff



The Over-Soul

                "The things we now esteem shall detach themselves
                 like ripe fruit from our experience and fall."

Not an organ

            function

or faculty     a light

makes us nothing

         wind  landscape

no progress

        heart beats

impersonal

     the future

a sin

           seeking

omniscience

           to free

the eagerness

       tradition

        grass and stones

that sink

           like atoms

invisible

           and known

 

(from The Portable Emerson)

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