Classic Poem

What can be compared to
the living eye?
Its East
is flowering
honeysuckle
and its North
dogwood bushes

What can be compared
to light
in which leaves darken
after rain,
fierce green?
like Rousseau's jungle:
any minute
the tiger head
will poke through
the foliage
peering
at experience.

Who is like man
sitting in the cell
of referents,
whose eye
has never seen
a jungle,
yet looks in?

It is the great eye,
source of security
Praised be thou,
as the Jews say,
who have engraved
clarity
and delivered us
to the mind
where you must reign
severe
as quiddity of bone
forever
and ever without
bias or mercy,
attrition or mystery.