Talking to oneself is just a roar f...

Talking to oneself is just a roar from the sea.

translated by means of Rosmarie Waldrop


because the self as we've got it,
the immaculate
--under God's jealous & sanctimonious blink--
gold

that our Siberian, Carpathian, and Klondike claws
scraped from rugg quartz:

extraordinarily smooth
and elastic, easy

to modify mechanically, and
slow to react,

a monstrance disk it nods upon its stem

neighter listens nor talks itself,

an incarnation
of the innermost brain--
O blastula, O gastrula, O visitor

from distant seas, traveling
in as it were rising pond

amoeba in
pond's