Winter 1958 • Vol. XX No. 1 Poetry |

Circumnavigation

But think of them and there they are. The mind is fractured like a star, Spread out across a crowded sea Of harbors and ports and faces Split into people and places, Pin-points, little islands, all Incidental ports-of-call. And think of it, how wise we were to call: Whether for love or hate of men How well we did to need them then. These were the homes where we refueled The barnacle-encrusted, jeweled Solipsistic self: or cruel or kind We did not look as we left behind The land we were lucky to find. Yet think of it, that we should find Them again, those islands now so bright We dare not dream them save by night. Remembering them, we rearrange The maps we thought would never change, For if we learn at all, Suddenly we learn land-fall.

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

Calypso

By Patricia Goedicke

But think of them and there they are. The mind is fractured like a star, Spread out across a crowded sea Of harbors and ports and faces Split into people […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.