Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

The Leveling Gate

Academic journal article Michigan Quarterly Review

The Leveling Gate

Article excerpt

At what others call middle age my life

became very simple: management

of mental illness, loneliness, and a world

of things my fingertips brushed

by design or accident. I had a job

and a calling that only I could make out

amid night's mist and day's flame.

Once I had a cancer; now I called to it

like a lost friend, as if it might

hear me, take pity somehow, and return.

I passed through many cities

in the clothes of a beggar; dust

made itself my friend, my praise-bearer.

Books opened to me at evening

like flowers whose ladies-in-waiting

were insects or bats. It was not

difficult, or not exactly; I'd entered

a twilight square divested of its people

to find the shops all closed,

even their shingles and signage illegible.

The cobbles were laid in an ancient,

zigzag pattern. I followed them

out of the square and into a battered

street. I imagined I heard, in the distance,

the pealing of some church bell. …

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