The absence
Edward Hopper, Sun in an Empty Room (1963). Image source: archi-ethan.blogspot.com
The Absence
It is this great absence
that is like a presence, that compels
me to address it without hope
of a reply. It is a room I enterfrom which someone has just
gone, the vestibule for the arrival
of one who has not yet come.
I modernise the anachronismof my language, but he is no more here
than before. Genes and molecules
have no more power to call
him up than the incense of the Hebrewsat their altars. My equations fail
as my words do. What resources have I
other than the emptiness without him of my whole
being, a vacuum he may not abhor?



















