The Collegiate Angels Poem by Rafael Alberti

The Collegiate Angels



None of us understood the secret darkness of the blackboards
Nor why the armillary sphere seemed so remote when we looked.
We only knew a circumference can be other than round
That an eclipse of the moon confuses flowers,
And advances the timing of birds.

None of us understood a thing;
Nor why our fingers were made of India ink
And afternoon closed compasses for dawn to open books.
We only knew that a straight line, if required, can be curved or broken,
And wandering stars are children ignorant of arithmetic.

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