That any thing should be –
Place, time, earth, error –
And a round eye in man to see:
That was the terror.
And a true mind to try
Cube, sphere, deep, short, and long –
That was the burden of the sky’s
Hoarse axle song.
Improbable the stoat –
The mouse, toad, worm, wolf, tiger;
Unthinkable the stallion’s trot.
Behemoth’s swagger.
Unspeakable; yet worse –
Name, look, feel, memory, and number:
Man there with his perverse
Power not to slumber.
Let things created sleep –
Rock, beast, rain, sand, and sliding river.
So growled the earth’s revolving heap;
And will forever.
Mark Van Doren, 1894-1972 – “Axle Song” from 100 Poems

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