Two Poems

[guangdian 0]

Two Poems:A Needle in the SkyThere is a needle in the sky Being threaded now, but the thread is blue:That is why you cannot see it Threading its way. When all is said and doneIt will keep sewing ? as long As a tiny knot remains, as long as somethingWhets the tip whenever the knot Happens to untie, as long as the sunArouses the wind that catches The thread again, twisting an end so thatIt may begin. There is a needle Pulling a thread through your veins,A needle pulling the sap From the root to the bole, a threadPulling a bird to a tree ? Tugging your heart as soon as you believeThere is nothing left. There is a glistening filament, a coldInstrument making its way From once upon a time to now,To tomorrow. Maybe the sun Is a giant spool, maybe the needleCannot rest until it runs Out of light, maybe a star is a randomStitch unraveling . . . Until a needle runs out of thread,It is impossible to look Into its eye.As Long as There Is Wind in the TreesThey happen to be beside each other, and so they touchFor no apparent reason. Reason enough. They happenTo be beside each other. So they touch. For usIt is not like this, though timorous shadows tellAn arm to move, a head to turn, sensing somethingNear, someone who may be one of the ones who,For no apparent reason, will move away or turn,Stirring a storm, giving it room to toil, one for whom,For a time everlasting or brief, you will be the leaf,The bole, the bee, the light, and the other way aroundIf you are lucky: if you happen to be in town,Out of change, by a brook, in the mood, near a shopProclaiming a host of spices in a tongue withoutAn alphabet, a tongue whose sound is the changingShade of a cloud, the scent of iron rising after rain,Curtains of rain opening, pouring down.Phillis LevinThe Kenyon Review

[s243a 0]

I think the first poem shows how string theory could be a metaphor for creation.Think about it? I'll read it more thoroughly later.