JARDIN DES PLANTES, PARIS
The gaze is from the passing of
the bars
grown so tired that anything can arrest it—
as if there were a thousand bars,
and behind the thousand bars no world.
grown so tired that anything can arrest it—
as if there were a thousand bars,
and behind the thousand bars no world.
The soft course of strong,
smooth steps,
drawn into a circle ever-smaller,
is like a dance of strength around a point,
in which a great will stands stunned.
Only occasionally the lids
part,drawn into a circle ever-smaller,
is like a dance of strength around a point,
in which a great will stands stunned.
and the eyes look silently up—then an image enters,
ruffles the taut stillness of the limbs,
and in the heart ceases to be.
