I
Philosophic enigma.
The philosopher's life.
The philosopher's love
Always some devouring need
For perfection.
Just imagine an idea form.
I would like to know you.
I would like to touch you.
Sometimes I surely need to reach you.
An act of the imagination.
II
Love is a too too supreme act of faith.
Just touch some doubting
Fretful-doubting
Philosophizing earth-born
Mind
And see.
III
Women are creatures
Of the abominably real
Striving for paradise.
And the mind
The desiring mind
The forgetful mind
Dreams
And dreams on
Paradise
Upon paradise.
(Eastward
Out of Eden
Meanders the River
Of daunted expectation
And stilted dreams.
Or can one expect too much
Even of paradise?)
IV
We feel the life urge
Within us
The aching desire
To be loved.
If in our lives
We created only love,
Would there never be enough?
Imagine infinity--
Perfection
Heaped upon unsatisfactory
Perfection.
The illusory infinite
Platonically real––
I fear the inconclusive life.
VI
I am the mind
Encased in stone.
I am the keystone of the Roman arch
The cornerstone of Plato's Republic
The cap-stone of the pyramid
The paw-stone of the Sphinx.
I am alone.
the sky.
I am alone.
the earth.
I am alone.
I am one.
I am alone.
I am whole.
Alone
Am I one and whole.
VII
I am Pygmalion and Galatea.
Reposeful
Eternal
Serene in the imagination.
Out of two lives
A single life.
One Mind.
One Soul.
Pygmalion
Wishing only to make.
Galatea
Hoping only to be.
VIII
The endless-mindless sentiment
The tearful soul of things.
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