Poem of the Day. Kenneth White
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Redazione Italia, May 19, 2016
Redazione Italia, May 19, 2016
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White Valley
Not much to be seen in
this valley
a few lines, a lot of whiteness
we’re at the end
of the world, or at its beginning
maybe the quaternary ice has
just withdrawn
this valley
a few lines, a lot of whiteness
we’re at the end
of the world, or at its beginning
maybe the quaternary ice has
just withdrawn
as yet
no life, no
living noise
not even a bird, not even a hare
nothing
but
the wailing of the wind
no life, no
living noise
not even a bird, not even a hare
nothing
but
the wailing of the wind
yet the mind moves here
with ease
advances into the emptiness
with ease
advances into the emptiness
breathes
and line after
line
something like a universe
lays itself out
line
something like a universe
lays itself out
without doing too much
naming
without breaking the immensity of the silence
discreetly,
secretely
someone is saying
naming
without breaking the immensity of the silence
discreetly,
secretely
someone is saying
here I am, here
I
begin.
I
begin.
