Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
Mercator
Mercator
What's direction? What's discovery? A chance That hot heart times to time's cold measure. A wild answer to a question never called. | |
World's a weight of continental extravagance, Oceans' bulk, mountains beyond mind's seizure, And man gardens it with books. But what's walled? | |
What stubborn study laws a geography of delight? The explorer remembering joy begun at the bone Fetches no map of new inland the first known, Nothing to the coast, or down from a height. | |