|
Wittgenstein in the Garden of Babel |
After Peter Porter
The world is as: words lay
As heaped autumnal leaves.
Devoid of life now - having
Been sent through - a mind and mouth:
Out of a window trees evolve
Too slowly to be seen, too quick
For time's body. The picture is hung -
At An Angle to complete to perceive.
Xeno's shadow; lurks around.
Before Wittgenstein's light and darkness
Cast his shadow of the vision
Of the scene: cold light breaks in Finland.
Given the razored edge
Of Natures abstruse abstract.
Cut by silence the brooding angry
God whose language is what it is.
copyright 2017
Jonathan
Beale |
