The Human Ear
I tried to follow its intricacies on in but the tongue
in my mind jammed as in an earlier attempt to penetrate
all at once the rooms of Schonbrunn Palace, each with its
glorious gold ceiling and enameled stove.No wonder we crave cross-sections: what he wants,
what she's thinking, cleaved and opening out,
A Victorian dollhouse, the vaulted chambers stiff with detail -
Ah the heart. That it remains in camera
like a stubborn judge, all that going on
and nothing written down - the lover
a reporter pacing the hall, wild for what he's missing.