(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

In Lieu Of The Missing Poem

Dear Reader,

A poem at the centre of the collection,
Is missing, as you can gather.
To speak truly, its absence, equally
Baffles me. Did I lose it to computer virus
Or did the censor excise it;
Or were there only twenty-nine in all,
Making this the unwritten poem?
Or does this represent the overwhelmingly absent presence,
Suggesting, like nirvana or the impossible
Revolution, something that we strive towards,
But never attain-I mean, Love?
Thus it becomes all that I was unable to say,
The sunya in the heart of purna,
The cavity in the middle of the decentred
Text; in a word, the death of the self,
(Or instead of the missing poem, these sixteen lines.)

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Comments (2)

How could I resist a poem about laughter to find a butterfly in it as well. As they are so spiritual and we have had a miracle in our family with a butterfly, they always flutter into my heart. A wonderful poem. 10 love Karin
What a wonderful poem! Ruthie