Winter 1964 • Vol. XXVI No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1964 |

The Human Condition

In this motel where I was told to wait, The television screen is stood before The picture window. Nothing could be more Use to a man than knowing where he's at, And I don't know, but pace the day in doubt Between my looking in and looking out. Through snow, along the snowy road, cars pass Going both ways, and pass behind the screen Where heads of heroes sometimes can be seen And sometimes cars, that speed across the glass. Once I saw world and thought exactly meet, But only in a picture by Magritte, A picture of a picture, by Magritte, Wherein a landscape on an easel stands Before a window opening on a land- scape, and the pair of them a perfect fit, Silent and mad. You know right off, the room Before that scene was always an empty room. And that is now the room in which I stand Waiting, or walk, and sometimes try to sleep. The day falls into darkness while I keep The TV going; headlights blaze behind Its legendary traffic, love and hate, In this motel where I

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