Winter 1962 • Vol. XXIV No. 1 Poetry |

Fishes and Ladders

Caught in the net of sense, under branches, The mind reflects both light and dark; Fish under trees, goggle eyes astare, Create afresh green leaves, gray bark. Swim where you may, under birch or palm, The distance will forever fade; We must become what we behold, Empirically tangled in a shade. If only trees would turn to ladders, Break the surface, and mount on high; But modern Jonahs prefer their whales; Contemporary fish will never fly. At death, suddenly the birds descend, Thrush at my throat, dove as my crown; Pecking at eyes, they sing in chorus, The marvel opens, the sky falls down.

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