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Denise Levertov - On A Theme By Thomas Merton
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"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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