Thoughts on the Shape of the Human Body
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ow can we find? how can we rest? how canWe, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man?We, the gaunt zanies of a witless Fate,Who love the unloving and lover hate,Forget the moment ere the moment slips,Kiss with blind lips that seek beyond the lips,Who want, and know not what we want, and cryWith crooked mouths for Heaven, and throw it by.Love's for completeness! No perfection grows'Twixt leg, and arm, elbow, and ear, and nose,And joint, and socket; but unsatisfiedSprawling desires, shapeless, perverse, denied.Finger with finger wreathes; we love, and gape,Fantastic shape to mazed fantastic shape,Straggling, irregular, perplexed, embossed,Grotesquely twined, extravagantly lostBy crescive paths and strange protuberant waysFrom sanity and from wholeness and from grace.How can love triumph, how can solace be,Where fever turns toward fever, knee toward knee?Could we but fill to harmony, and dwellSimple as our thought and as perfectible,Rise disentangled from humanityStrange whole and new into simplicity,Grow to a radiant round love, and bearUnfluctuant passion for some perfect sphere,Love moon to moon unquestioning, and beLike the star Lunisequa, steadfastlyFollowing the round clear orb of her delight,Patiently ever, through the eternal night!
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