Aporía [Απορία]

All dressed up, and still
       no place to go.  The road
lies choked with unforeseen
       debris. I have misplaced
my keys, and, regardless,
       I simply cannot find
reason to start the car.

I have pored above
       this passage for a week.
The prose of Palamás
       proves far too thick a soup
to dish without great care
       even if no amount
of care appears to matter much.

The paradox persists
       beyond my ken, which proves
not a single thing, save 
       this: our dear Palamás
knew not to float above
       the text at hand, but knew
our hope lay ever in descent.


Related Articles

Join our Community
Subscribe to receive access to our members-only articles as well as 4 annual print publications.
Share This