New benedictions by which I was blessed
Grew structures and rules, implicit in time,
And counted on fingers, stressed and unstressed.
No ox on the tongue, no sunlight to rest,
No turn of the pages, no thinking sublime,
Just new benedictions; a baby to bless.
Ship’s smoothest wood mocked Leviathan best,
Her coat-foundered floor (one Mariner’s Ryme)
Uncurled my small fingers, stressed and unstressed.
Ein Zeit—a time—Und Geist: a living test,
A lamb bleating sharp at the shearing time,
A father to father; his latter half blessed.
Now I recall my father’s barrel chest,
Vibrations on ear, and rumble-stacked rhyme;
He counted my fingers, stressed and unstressed.
Arching of fable, a glint from the West,
A thunderous march-to and tug-on-the-line
Renews benedictions by which I was blessed:
A count on the fingers, stressed and unstressed.
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