Keith Waldrop

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Keith Waldrop
Diminished Galleries
too old for
vision I must
settle for dreams

specific forms
of cloud

(body surrounded by
body)

every sensation con-
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Potential Random XIV
An aging house, well yes he
understands that—but suddenly
down it falls.

And he is in a garden.

And there are animals.

And he is in a garden and
there are trees.

And there are stones on
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Six Further Studies
I

In heaven there is no more sea, and houses no longer need a widow’s
walk. And no more widows, there being neither marriage nor giving
in marriage. How the air hangs lower and lower on this—I hope
—hottest day of summer. A faintly rotten scent the ground gives off
brings to mind lilacs that have budded and blossomed. There are no
more blossoms, perfume and purple gone for a year, as if forever. In
heaven there are no tears, salt water wiped away entirely. One moment
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My Nodebook for December
for Ihab Hassan 1

Closing the door is supposed to open some
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The Untold Witch
1
She would
sigh, if she
could think of
anything intolerable.
her numbers
fold, in
planes she can
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Advances
seventy wingbeats
per second

vagaries of vegetation, rosy
anticipation I
turn the page without
reading

essence of
accident
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The Ghost of a Hunter
He reads: What soul suffers in secret, the flesh shows openly.


Deep within, in a region hardly accessible, a bold self-image
sends messages of bloodshed and conquest, which reverberate in
his heart of hearts.


[I forget which hand is writing.]


He does not doubt that he exists.


The five senses have left their mark on him. It is a record of
what has happened to him, but he cannot talk or travel until he
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Poet
The wind dying, I find a city deserted, except for crowds of
people moving and standing.


Those standing resemble stories, like stones, coal from the
death of plants, bricks in the shape of teeth.


I begin now to write down all the places I have not been—
starting with the most distant.


I build houses that I will not inhabit.
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The Balustrade
in memory of Edmond Jabès


“And so her worries ran on into the other world.”

The Tale of Genji
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Herr Stimmung on Transparency
To those of a certain temperament, there is nothing worse than the
thought of something hidden, secret, withheld from their knowing—
especially if they suspect that another knows about it and has even,
perhaps, connived at keeping it concealed.

D. H. Lawrence seems to have been irritated no end by the thought
that people were having sex and not telling him.

Freud too.

—Ah but then Freud arranged it so that everyone had to tell.
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Hidden
I propose
turning the key


useless to
conceal from you that
strange things
take place


it used to
ring of its
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Tuning
Herr Stimmung—purblind—moves in corporeal time.

Think how many, by now, have escaped the world’s memory.

Think, how all his wandering is only thought. Having once tried to
live in the quasi-stupor of sensation, now he picks his way through
areas of spilth, seeking the least among infinite evils.

His hope: intermittent.

To a person so little conscious, what would it mean to die? Though
he feels, true enough, death’s wither-clench. Thinking always of
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An Apparatus
From where I sit, I can see other
things: a silver porcupine, pins
standing upright. It is a vanished tale of a
vanished forest at the shore of a vanished ocean.

I call the dead as often as I can. In the
vaults, among mummies—this is pure
memorial. I am the girl in whose
eyes the name is written.
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“Majesty”
Among other economies, I’m of two
minds, one possessed, the other
a deep peace. Violent trembling
seizes me, launched in the interval.

Enemy of children, of quaint little
things, of jokes and pictures. Enemy
of comic papers and caricatures, of
water-drinking. Too short for tragedy.
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Shipwreck in Haven, Part Five
after this, the cold more intense, and the night comes rapidly up
.
angels in the fall
.
around a tongue of land, free from trees
.
awakened by feeling a heavy weight on your feet, something that seems inert and motionless
.
awestruck manner, as though you expected to find some strange presence behind you
.
coming through the diamond-paned bay window of your sanctum
.
a crimson-flowered silk dressing gown, the folds of which I could now describe
.
deathly pallor overspreading
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Shipwreck in Haven, Part Four
I


Fate is cleverer than the king
of Babylon. Shadow of yew
fall through windows onto

the floor of the nave and
touch the pillars with tattered
shade. You claim the dearest wish of your

life is to sink into a soul-freezing
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Soft Hail
Afterward, to tell how it was possible to
identify absolute space, a matter of great
difficulty, keeping in mind always
that not all old music is beautiful and
therefore it’s necessary to choose. Ice
loading and unloading as the ice caps
wax and wither. Brutal and uncouth from the beginning
even unto time, space, place, motion.
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The Unreliable Narrator
A great crime: she has
plunged a dagger into the heart
of her mother.

Strange.

The strangest thing: a mocking little pride with
a sinister click as of a fitting together of bad
pieces.

Beyond knowing. The mesmerist’s only
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