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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

The Material (Kay Ryan)

The ratio between the material Cornell collected and the material that ended up in his boxes was probably a thousdand to one. --Deborah Solomon, Utopia Parkway

Whatever is done
leaves a hole in the
possible, a snip in
the gauze, a marble
and thimble missing
from the immaterial.
The laws are cruel
on this point. The
undone can't be
patched or stretched.
The wounds last.
The bundles of
nothing that are
our gift at birth, the
lavish trains we
trail into our span
like vans of seamless
promise, like fresh
sheets in baskets,
are our stock. We
must extract parts
to do work. As
time passes, the
promise is tattered
like a battle flag
above a war we
hope mattered.