detail – nothing (from Mars)

Poem #69 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

Back to Bachelard and me – Introduction

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from Mars
it could barely
be seen

it was
hardly visible
from the Moon

in high atmosphere
it appeared a little wider
than the breadth
that is a hair

so what could there be
to fear

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he stands here
on one bank
of the canyon
so far the other side

and so deep

he does not know
the bottom
cannot fathom well
abyss

but he knows
without true knowing
he knows it
just by feel

down there

down there is danger
and down there
is a breath

he can taste
the hot stench
rising

he understands it
as an exhalation
something snorted by a …

ah
there
he is beyond
his own imagination

he can’t really feel quite sure
but
what he knows
is need of courage
and to summon all
and more

after
when he has drawn it
to him
when he is as brave
as he can bear

then
into the maw
and rankness
into the pit
he will descend

 

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© Frank Prem 2017

Bachelard and me Poem #70: in the moment

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