“
The question stands
and waits, to be asked and asked,
never finally to be answered,
which he believes affirms
a kind of faith. The world
is fitted together, is held
in its place in the great sky,
has held together so far,
through the worst of human damage
so far, and by no human's
power to save or make or know.
That he can sometimes fit
a mere poem's parts together
is his fallback position, a sign
of his limits, his formal ignorance, his
faith in the great coherence.
”
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