This poem is taken from PN Review 27, Volume 9 Number 1, September - October 1982.
Three PoemsLEGEND
The hill-top schloss
with its roots of stone cellar
on cellar
feels through and down
into the soil
the saecular dark
where space turns blind
and time is murk
from root to tower
an ascension seeks
for the lighted room
where someone sleeps
then waking goes
to the source of sun
the slit of a window
that gives out on
Bluebeard's domain
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