Once one is one and only one:
the perfect unity;
one less than this is emptiness.
One finds one cannot be
without the other; none’s the lover
who can love alone,
but when two lovers come together
and become their own
identity they start to see
the journey they’ve begun,
their heart and mind as one combined:
once one is one is one.
2
One unexpressed, no more, no less
than one, will always be
itself, the integer of
individuality
existing to exist. One who
insists without a sound
on keeping his position is
a shadow on the ground,
no more, no less than emptiness,
a countenance unknown,
a spirit unsuspected:
one unmoving, one alone.
and become their own
identity they start to see
the journey they’ve begun,
their heart and mind as one combined:
once one is one is one.
2
One unexpressed, no more, no less
than one, will always be
itself, the integer of
individuality
existing to exist. One who
insists without a sound
on keeping his position is
a shadow on the ground,
no more, no less than emptiness,
a countenance unknown,
a spirit unsuspected:
one unmoving, one alone.
3
One added to one more is two,
a plain duality
and nothing less than two, unless
each looks for unity
receptively. Two cannot see
as one as long as one
turns from the other; none’s the lover
who can love alone,
and lonely thus, there is no us
to see for “me” and “you”;
But if there’s “us,” there’s one. We must
adjust our point of view
Or be as lonely marchers, one
plus one forever two....
each looks for unity
receptively. Two cannot see
as one as long as one
turns from the other; none’s the lover
who can love alone,
and lonely thus, there is no us
to see for “me” and “you”;
But if there’s “us,” there’s one. We must
adjust our point of view
Or be as lonely marchers, one
plus one forever two....
4
One from itself
is none, the self
defying gravity
to find the place
that has no place,
a new reality
of nothingness.
It comes to this:
leave everything behind,
the ground you stand,
the world you wander,
every gravity
that spins you ‘round
and weighs you down;
believe that there can be
somewhere a place
that has no place,
a love that will allow
one to be none,
two to be one:
the self-effacing vow.
One from itself
is none, the self
defying gravity
to find the place
that has no place,
a new reality
of nothingness.
It comes to this:
leave everything behind,
the ground you stand,
the world you wander,
every gravity
that spins you ‘round
and weighs you down;
believe that there can be
somewhere a place
that has no place,
a love that will allow
one to be none,
two to be one:
the self-effacing vow.
A college essay I saw some years ago looked at e.e. cummings' similar pre-figuring of one and one is one, and though I cannot find that reference, I'm pleased to recollect the feeling I had with his poem and your first publication of this one. The third canto has "as lonely marchers, one / plus one forever two..."; this line reminds me of the logical conundrum that one cat plus one sausage cannot equal two anything (only a cat and a sausage)--if anything, the cat can consume the sausage and force the equation, but not even that, really. All equations relay on like plus like, which causes a world of wonder (if opposites attract).
ReplyDeleteThe fourth canto depicts "a place / that has no place"--a utopas, literally in Greek. In this advent season (and before I teach dystopian novels in January and February), I'm thinking deeply about our 'place' on this planet. Forget the Aztec warnings about 2012 and the 'fin de [civilization] siecle'; I'm much more interested in the place we find our spiritual selves.
Symposians, enumerate further!
Dan