Sunday, July 17, 2011

from Letter Six, Part 2

So few need to,
to make the many
share (to have it,

but those few . . .

       What kills me is, how do these others think
       the eyes are
       sharp? by gift? bah     by love of self? try it    by god? ask
       the bean sandwich

There are no hierarchies, no infinite, no such many as mass, there are only
eyes in all heads,
to be looked out of

Charles Olson