This poem is taken from PN Review 6, Volume 5 Number 2, January - March 1979.
Nine PoemsTHE WILL
The will is an empty house.
You are free to enter.
It is the unlighted room,
The undusted floor.
Nothing awaits you there
But your own presence
And the petty tasks by which
You serve yourself.
IMPASSE
The attempt of youth
To vivify the inanimate-
Once it has been made,
The man will never tire
Of recalling, detail
By detail, the impasse
In which he would choose
To find himself again.
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