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The Astronomer Beside His Telescope Looks with His Eyes Out His Window
I think of myself as moving. On the surface of a planet I know in my mind I Move breathtakingly—that I rise and fall and rush Across a universe with a star Around which I move, Thought only in my mind. For to my eyes it moves across My window and I am still. But I feel myself moving, Looking out on rain-soaked Shale of a classroom hall. I move inside with emotion Thinking this is how I feel, Feeling in spite of thought The orbit of my blood. I see in things how my soul is, I feel the beauty of things, Red leaves on the oaken chest: I move with visions— A friend in a flannel shirt, A woman in a cotton dress, And all those who move around me, Around whom I move, With whom I rise or fall or rush Through an emptiness I love And fear and cannot comprehend. In Posse:
Potentially, might be ...
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