This poem is taken from PN Review 119, Volume 24 Number 3, January - February 1998.
RemembranceI
the time I ran my key along the paintwork
the times I lied about the sweets
the time I smashed a window at the school
the time I hid the teacher's bike
the time I bullied juniors till they cried
that good may come
the times I cheated in exams
the time I told a girl my best friend hated her
the times I kissed my best friend's wife
the time I blamed it all on her
the times I squandered wages down the pub
the time I found a wallet crammed with cash
where moth and rust doth corrupt
the lying sometimes just for fun
the jealousy of others' just rewards
the sloth which blanks entire months
the cowardice when it is time to speak
the rage at fools the self-disgust
the pride in floggings such as this
the arrogance the bitterness the
which indeed appear beautiful outward
II
with love
indifferent love
with eyes
unseeing eyes
with hands
unfeeling hands
with silence
cacophonous silence
a union
indivisible
no outside
the moment
no outside
the moment
awareness
no action
dissolution
no border
a rapture
an opening
infinite
a moment
III
noesis
knowledge beyond sense
a certainty
deeper much deeper
than sight
and other trappings
of the flesh
but incommunicable
so we turn
from the lifting
the gale of voices
so we turn
from the clouds
while words
miss their moment
as many have known
pressing
like stigmata
as if maybe
I cannot say
I cannot say
noesis
knowledge beyond sense
a certainty
deeper much deeper
than sight
and other trappings
of the flesh
but incommunicable
so we turn
from the lifting
the gale of voices
so we turn
from the clouds
while words
miss their moment
as many have known
pressing
like stigmata
as if maybe
I cannot say
I cannot say
This poem is taken from PN Review 119, Volume 24 Number 3, January - February 1998.