Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
2002
A natural law
A natural law
Sometimes I imagine a time when And the mind of a kind of man then That valued an utterly useless thing. Of no shape known, not stick, not ring; Beyond that kind of man to guess; Ideal and perfect uselessness. I cannot imagine its size or weight. To light's beam was it glass or slate? To hammer's blow was it turf or bell? Did it smell? Of what did it smell? I cannot imagine a reason for The thought of it as superior. I cannot imagine one unabstruse Perfectly useless object's use. | |