a syllable nearer silence

Absence of Depth

walls

Then to the left he turned. Leaving the walls, 

he headed toward the center by a path 

that strikes into a vale, whose stench arose, 

disgusting us as high up as we were. 

Dante- Canto X The Inferno

dance

but if a living dance upon dead minds

why,it is love;but at the earliest spear

of sun perfectly should disappear

moon's utmost magic,or stones speak or one

name control more incredible splendor than

our merely universe, love's also there:

and being here imprisoned,tortured here

love everywhere exploding maims and blinds

(but surely does not forget,perish, sleep

cannot be photographed,measured;disdains

the trivial labelling of punctual brains...

-Who wields a poem huger than the grave?

from only Whom shall time no refuge keep

though all the weird worlds must be opened? 

ee cummings