Here is the shadow of truth, for only the shadow is true.

And the line where the incoming swell from the sunset Pacific

First leans and staggers to break will tell all you need to know

About submarine geography, and your father's death rattle

Provides all biographical data required for the Who's Who of the dead.



I cannot recall what I started to tell you, but at least

I can say how night-long I have lain under the stars and

Heard mountains moan in their sleep. By daylight,

They remember nothing, and go about their lawful occasions

Of not going anywhere except in slow disintegration. At night

They remember, however, that there is something they cannot remember.

So moan. Theirs is the perfected pain of conscience that

Of forgetting the crime, and I hope you have not suffered it. I have.



I do not recall what had burdened my tongue, but urge you

To think on the slug's white belly, how sick-slick and soft,

On the hairiness of stars, silver, silver, while the silence

Blows like wind by, and on the sea's virgin bosom unveiled

To give suck to the wavering serpent of the moon; and,

In the distance, in plaza, piazza, place, platz, and square,

Boot heels, like history being born, on cobbles bang.



Everything seems an echo of something else.



And when, by the hair, the headsman held up the head

Of Mary of Scots, the lips kept on moving,

But without sound. The lips,

They were trying to say something very important.



But I had forgotten to mention an upland

Of wind-tortured stone white in darkness, and tall, but when

No wind, mist gathers, and once on the Sarré at midnight,

I watched the sheep huddling. Their eyes

Stared into nothingness. In that mist-diffused light their eyes

Were stupid and round like the eyes of fat fish in muddy water,

Or of a scholar who has lost faith in his calling.



Their jaws did not move. Shreds

Of dry grass, gray in the gray mist-light, hung

From the side of a jaw, unmoving.



You would think that nothing would ever again happen.



That may be a way to love God.

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