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Yet AgainAuthor(s): Robert PetersSource: The North American Review, Vol. 257, No. 2 (Summer, 1972), p. 36Published by: University of Northern IowaStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/25117337 .
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AMERICA OBSERVED
Robert Peters: YET AGAIN
that still point that point
beyond the orange
girders, the steeples,
that still point in the eye of
all those who feel
who've felt
they're anointed
peeling the last orange
peeling off their clothes
their eyes peeled
their intercostal muscles
the fibers of their hearts
their nerves
that still point
poised on an apex
of orange girders
among the grapes, jewels
clinging stuck
dangling I balanced myself this morning, sunday
wanting . . .
I have rejected the questions, have buried them
like a cat about its business!
and, yet
there are flames
behind my head
burnings, scribblings
of some
unkempt hand
of a language I
can't read, of a
tongue I can't
understand. I
thought it had
to do with sex
anxiety
or the rope
of the self drawing
tighter always
about the throat
about the groin
the still point
on the girders
swaying above the
ocean & the curved
town my arms out
from my body at
right angles I know my weight,
and my height.
My hair flows
in the wind. The
curve of the beach
is a perimeter, the
undulating clouds
another.
I am naked.
I am blind.
I won't come down.
36 THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW/SUMMER 1972
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