Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

To What Lies Beyond

Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

To What Lies Beyond

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This is the time of year when almost every night.

That is no country for old men. Yet once more,

0 ye Laurels. My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness.

Such lamentations of the one lamentability

all dread the one dread that we dread to name,

that anyway no name names. He went over the falls

in a barrel, she rowed upstream in a tub.

All any credo ever did is halt a line of thought.

Still, this I believe: there are walls, and then there are walls.

1 hope to stage an experience that calls

from within walls to whatever lies beyond them.

(There's always a double entendre in "lies.")

"Stage" as in perform, but also as in order.

Perform for whom, though? With whom? Order according to

what principle? There is sequence, and then there is sequence.

There is direction, too, though no two please the same place.

I was headed east when my marriage turned south.

Apparently she'd known how sad I was, and how stupid.

Why hadn't I? How tell which way it points, that trace,

somewhere between the critique and the embrace,

that is than bread crumbs less susceptible to birds

but more ambiguous, and than a mushroom

pushed through pine needles hardly more intelligible. …

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