To my wash-stand
in which I wash
my left hand
and my right hand
To my wash-stand
whose base is Greek
whose shaft
is marble and is fluted
To my wash-stand
whose wash-bowl
is an oval
in a square
To my wash-stand
whose square is marble
and inscribes two
smaller ovals to left and right for soap
Comes a song of
water from the right faucet and the left
my left and my
right hand mixing hot and cold
Comes a flow which
if I have called a song
is a song
entirely in my head
a song out of imagining
modillions described above
my head a frieze
of stone completing what no longer
is my wash-stand
since its marble has completed
my getting up each morning
my washing before going to bed
my look into a mirror
to glimpse half an oval
as if its half
were half-oval in my head and the
climates of many
inscriptions human heads shapes'
horses' elephants' (tusks) others'
scratched in marble tile
so my wash-stand
in one particular breaking of the
tile at which I have
looked and looked
has opposed to my head
the inscription of a head
whose coinage is the
coinage of the poor
observant in waiting
in their getting up mornings
and in their waiting
going to bed
carefully attentive
to what they have
and to what they do not
have
when a flow of water
doubled in narrow folds
occasions invertible counterpoints
over a head and
an age in a wash-stand
and in their own heads
Source of the text - Louis Zukofsky, Complete Short Poetry. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins University Press, 1997, pp. 52-53.
TJB: This essay-chant moves from close-observed reality to imagination with intensely transitive-hypotactic clauses, with a major shift at “so.”
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