The Cold of Poetry

Myopia

green grass – apparentlygreen – it has imperfect tension

I can blank my mindonly incompletely for visible life

thoughtless solidarity – that picture of postlifeand thoughtless solitude as a picture of this one

transcendence is as flat as paint on space

( Lyn Hejinian. The Cold of Poetry. Los Angeles: Sun & Moon, 1994. 87-88.)