A
Think about it at will: there is
Which is the commentary; there's that other,
Which may be called the
Conception of its essence in itself.
It is necessary to distinguish the
Of the two methods lest the first
The second, the second be speechless (without the first).
I was saying this more briefly the other
But one must be explicit as well as brief.
When I was a small boy I lived at
For nine years in that part of old
Where the mountains fringe the Blue Grass,
The old men shot at one another for luck;
It made me think I was like none of them.
At twelve I was determined to shoot
For honor; at twenty not to shoot at all;
I know at thirty-three that one must
As often as one gets the rare chance-In killing there is more than commentary.
One's sense of the proper decoration
But there's a kind of lust feeds on
Unspoken to, unspeaking;
As a black river full of eyeless
Heavy with spawn; with a passion for
Longer than the arteries of a cave.
