A Gash in the World

Epigraph

 

On THE ROAD HOME

Wallace Stevens

 

It was when I said,

“There is no such thing as the truth,”

That the grapes seemed fatter.

The fox ran out of his hole.

 

You … You said,

“There are many truths,

But they are not parts of a truth.”

Then the tree, at night, began to change,

 

Smoking through green and smoking blue.

We were two figures in a wood.

We said we stood alone.

 

It was when I said,

“Words are not forms of a single word.

In the sum of the parts, there are only the parts.

The world must be measured by eye;”

 

It was when you said,

“The idols have seen lots of poverty,

Snakes and gold and lice,

But not the truth;”

 

It was at that time, that the silence was the largest

And longest, the night was roundest,

The fragrance of the autumn warmest,

Closest and strongest. 

 

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