Poetry of Eli Siegel
You Can’t Miss the Absolute
1.
In every illusion,
There must be something
Which isn’t illusion.
2.
Try to see something
Which doesn’t correspond
To reality at all—
And see if you can.
3.
If the absolute weren’t
Present in your
Latest mistake—it
Wouldn’t be
The absolute.
4.
The Thing in Itself
Has a way
Of being somehow
In the latest dimness.
And if you haven’t seen it there,
And thousands of others haven’t—
It doesn’t mind:
It squats.
For the Thing in Itself
Rambles and squats,
And gets into everywhere,
And has been everywhere.
It is in a kitten’s mew,
And a waterfall’s roar,
And a printing mistake,
And the latest smugness.
Glory be,
The Thing in Itself
Is the least keep-outable thing
Imaginable.
Safe in brain-ganglion,
Safe in love,
Safe in pain,
If there is anything secure,
That’s it.
If there is anything accessible,
That’s it.
For mystery is the very commonest article
There is.
And mystery is the absolute, otherwise the Thing in Itself,
Present, present, present,
But hinting, Oh, so much.