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The poet regards the mirror formed by words

of his own making, and what he sees is fracture, reflections

that appear variously as trees and water;

as topography lined and chaotic with isobars;

as moments that vanish when they appear;

as the faces of his children or of others

who become his children; as the angelic

face of his beloved, honored in medias res;

as – in its own obsessive gravity – the face

behind the face he shows the world; as

– in flashes – as if he had somehow caught the sun –

burning glimpses of God that blind him

that bring him fumbling back to study its

depths. And to sing. Again. And again.