Symmetry is an answer key – kind, like a held hand. But Love, go out and find for me – in our infinity of mirrorlands, some mathless magic in the sea – a scientist’s anomaly. Love, go make discoveries! Write them in divine shorthand. Find – but don’t bring back to me! that sanctified asymmetry. The matchless wing, the squareless root, will die here in captivity. Then – come back and lay with me – show me what you’ve written down. Fingers like a drunken bee will trace an ‘up’ that needn’t ‘down’ and mate the palms of unlike hands to pray like only difference can.
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This is wonderful, especially the ending.
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Excellent. From rime scheme on in.
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Really good. Reminds me of Nabokov. The poem in Pale Fire.
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I grabbed Pale Fire, thanks to your comment (and thanks FOR your comment, as well). I could probably have burned through it pretty quickly, but I’m giving it some good time and attention. It’s gorgeous, really. “As night unites the viewer and the view…”
“And so I pare my nails, and muse, and hear
Your steps upstairs, and all is right, my dear.”
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