Readings in Contemporary Poetry

Susan Howe

from The Leisure of the Theory Class

Blind flight do we win
at last trusting to mad
strife in blindness not
holding to be mortal in
afterlife with arrows to
pierce dust and surf who
can discern or declare
What is due from guest
to host--A Nympholept


I have one terror resting-
place and bridge cross to
philosophy wavering line
What rule war imagery a
zeal skeleton we catch at
Legend those lost days our
policy by theft what lamp
They do not look to love
Do you understand what
our song is do you hope
to conquer night by song

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