The Real Subject [Whir]
Do not alarm yourself, I could not rest content with moral lectures and continual repetition like the solar system, I could not hold my head up, made endlessly to glow destined for grand ceremonies, I was much affected by finding myself so thin and so worn down (we use theory to mean it is possible to choose, e.g., why I am just the size I am) a million million, a cool and mortifying manner — what governs motions
Copyright © 2004 Keith Waldrop. From The Real Subject: Queries and Conjectures of Jacob Delafon: With Sample Poems. Reprinted with permission of Omnidawn.
Keith Waldrop is the author of numerous poetry collections, including Selected Poemsi (Omnidawn, 2016), as well as translations of contemporary French poets.
Date Published: 2004-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/real-subject-whir