from Muchness
That’s how my heart is, I thought—
it lies coiled up inside me, asleep,
then springs out and shocks me
with all its muchness.
Tony Hoagland
That’s how my heart is, I thought—
it lies coiled up inside me, asleep,
then springs out and shocks me
with all its muchness.
Tony Hoagland
do not imagine that the exploration
ends, that she has yielded all her mystery
or that the map you hold
cancels further discovery
I tell you her uncovering takes years,
takes centuries, and when you find her naked
look again,
admit there is something else you cannot name,
a veil, a coating just above the flesh
which you cannot remove by your mere wish
when you see the land naked, look again
(burn your maps, that is not what I mean),
I mean the moment when it seems most plain
is the moment when you must begin again
Gwendolyn MacEwen
