Everness
One thing does not exist: Oblivion.
God saves the metal and the dross, his key
Ciphers in his prophetic memory
The moons to come, and moons of evenings gone.
All there: reflections in the looking-glass
-Between the two huge twilights of the day-
That your face has gone leaving where you pass,
And those it will go leaving on your way.
And everything is part of that diverse
Crystal of memory, the universe;
Unending are the mazes it engenders
Of doors that seal themselves as you walk through;
Only from sunset’s farther side shall you
Behold at last the Archetypes and Splendors.
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
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