Winter 1944 • Vol. VI No. 1 Poetry |

Conjectural Domain

If he is he without the royal perception Is like that question asked by those who gain Sight that will identify nothing: And do I clothe him with the eye of lilies And dress him with the wilderness of nations, His subtle heart the sea flora I wreak from voyages through those wiles The imagination sickly conquers? Then what herbs control his will And grassy sleep is his where he is not? For I'd impel him most impossibly to be All that he is each instant, His Protean selves in nuances so jeweled And Himalayan opposites so met And subterfuges so exposed in concordance—Perfection of knowability!—till he is whole Like angels who shine forth, no dark stain visible. Desire walketh in darkness like the fool. For I who study him may know No more of me than what I must infer From hooded rat who eats his own father Or centaur whom I may not know at all Though virtues of the centaur I may share Though centaur is not, save celestially, In mythological geography of dark sphere. Now who he is

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