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On a Theme by Thomas Merton

Written by: Denise Levertov | Biography
 | Quotes (35) |
 "Adam, where are you?"
 God's hands
palpate darkness, the void
that is Adam's inattention,
his confused attention to everything,
impassioned by multiplicity, his despair.
Multiplicity, his despair; God's hands enacting blindness.
Like a child at a barbaric fairgrounds -- noise, lights, the violent odors -- Adam fragments himself.
The whirling rides! Fragmented Adam stares.
God's hands unseen, the whirling rides dazzle, the lights blind him.
Fragmented, he is not present to himself.
God suffers the void that is his absence.



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