I have read thousands of books
of which I have no memory
Yet they exist within me,
fish swimming in their sea
There is knowledge before knowledge
and knowledge after knowledge
There is knowledge without knowing
and knowledge beyond knowledge
So I am quite learned without a way
to declare my learning which is implicit
I can not lecture or teach and I write
fragmentary notes on what I can’t say
Which yet preoccupies me on this day
after the blizzard which left almost
three feet of white snow which will
vanish in a week or two at the most
I keep on reading and writing knowing
full well time in time cancels all..
White snow rolls away to the horizon
as shadows of oaks declare themselves
I have read thousands of books
of which I have no memory
I start to hallucinate not recall
images beneath blizzard of words