VERSE:
Kostmayer, John
JOHN KOSTMAYER PASCAL Under my lamps And hollows Gothic holes Through which we tumbled Into emptiness. I too have come undone Have gone ' By symbols treading slicks Across the pit The...
...And yet by night His spaces Set beside my bed To love...
...Exploding at Port-Royal Once again Abysses yawned But slept As lovers In their nap of flesh Are happiest in emptiness...
...I too have come undone Have gone ' By symbols treading slicks Across the pit The sink Of formless multiplicities...
...Are we filled with emptiness...
...We are emptied into fullness...
Vol. 101 • January 1975 • No. 13
