Poem - "And"

"And" is the subtlest beauty
Its pale hand entwined through
The elbows of this multifarious world,
like the hand of a cardsharp in a
Velvet suit ...

Where before only
The THIS and the THAT of life
Shone forth into my face with imploring eyes

Now the armadillo

The number 3

And the billion blades of afternoon grass

Collude
In chattering circles behind my back, laughing at
The false singleness of men

Everything walks with everything else
The left eye winks at the right -
And even the last scribblings of doomed lovers will be lightly
Brushed
By the tiny feet of innumerable beings
Feeling their way
Through the corridors of Night ...

Beautiful "And"
Spanning the abyss of thing and thing
hold up to our eyes
multiplicity multiplied !
Reveal to us
At the cascade of dawn

Many clouds
Many stars
Many things ...