Before Your Third
by E. A. MUIR
I SEE again your chores grow intricate,
While gravity increases and its center shifts,
While all you do becomes two things at once,
Making a bed and child, a meal and child,
A smiling wish and heedless, headlong child.
While gravity increases and its center shifts,
While all you do becomes two things at once,
Making a bed and child, a meal and child,
A smiling wish and heedless, headlong child.
Deep into that mysterious state you swim,
Nodding, I gather, at familiar scenes,
Noting effects of time on famous landmarks,
Showing the boredom of the seasoned traveler,
With still occasional starts of recollection.
Nodding, I gather, at familiar scenes,
Noting effects of time on famous landmarks,
Showing the boredom of the seasoned traveler,
With still occasional starts of recollection.
My masculine coherency assumes
This third excursion will bear cogent fruit,
Guesses that you are listening in your silence,
To gather facts and mend hypotheses,
Producing knowledge I will comprehend.
This third excursion will bear cogent fruit,
Guesses that you are listening in your silence,
To gather facts and mend hypotheses,
Producing knowledge I will comprehend.
Yet I concede the only certain issue
Is your unweighted silence. That mute domain,
Anciently raised against the likes of me,
Will still forbid me intelligence from there,
Or even its colonies, until I die.
Is your unweighted silence. That mute domain,
Anciently raised against the likes of me,
Will still forbid me intelligence from there,
Or even its colonies, until I die.