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This poem is taken from PN Review 198, Volume 37 Number 4, February - March 2011.

Three Poems Maureen Duffy
The New Metaphysic

Corpus callosum: carapace shielding the soft body
substance, person, mass, flesh of brain lines humming
from left to right or rather right to left, love
and reason, her to him and him to her, new science says.

The blackbird in my garden's left eye's agog
for hawk or cat while the right flutters over food
or nest. Headlit rabbits rightly freeze, while startled
ducks squawk into left brained flight. So mind and heart

the old dichotomy still holds. Only soft lips
and eyes, hard hands conjoined can bridge our heart's abyss.
Body once chastened by the harsh and fearful soul's
our emissary now, ambassador to love's court

to plead our cause. So absence is limbo time
but not to dance; presence a haven where these
opposites meet like land and water, and corpus
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