plural-feels poetry
Aug. 4th, 2017 10:33 pmBeing of Three Minds
Howard Nemerov
I
Between identity and difference
Logicians say that likeness lies; it lies,
They say, because it can do nothing else
On a ground that's nothing but its boundaries,
Distinguishing the different from the same
By puffing out the nothing of a name.
II
What great magician could have cast the spell
That broke the stump of Babel from the sky
And raised Jerusalem the Golden high
On mortgage money from the vaults of Hell?
Some spellers say it was the little i
That differences deify and defy.
Howard Nemerov
I
Between identity and difference
Logicians say that likeness lies; it lies,
They say, because it can do nothing else
On a ground that's nothing but its boundaries,
Distinguishing the different from the same
By puffing out the nothing of a name.
II
What great magician could have cast the spell
That broke the stump of Babel from the sky
And raised Jerusalem the Golden high
On mortgage money from the vaults of Hell?
Some spellers say it was the little i
That differences deify and defy.