Not to be realized because not to Be seen, not to be loved nor hated because Not to be realized. - Wallace Stevens

The poem refreshes life so that we share, For a moment, the first idea . . . It satisfies Belief in an immaculate beginning And sends us, winged by an unconscious will, To an immaculate end.

Twenty men crossing a bridge, Into a village, Are twenty men crossing twenty bridges, Into twenty villages, Or one man Crossing a single bridge into a village.

Let wise men piece the world together with wisdom Or poets with holy magic. Hey-di-ho.