The Eye Poem by Rae Armantrout
The Eye
These brown piles
of stubble
hills
have failed.
They should be more
•
It should be difficult
but not impossible
to transmute
latitude
into a thought
a god could
hold.
•
Barred light:
dunes coming on
and on.
•
The eye, yes,
must move
to prevent
blank spots
from making themselves
known.
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