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This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.

Five Poems Stephen Romer

Higher Things
I wish I could, like Soren Kiekegaard,
be absolute and let her face recede

until it is an island in the water
he called memory. Nothing impure

could touch his lasting image of Régine.
Only in memory is love immune

from longing to be with her all the time.
He kept a candle burning in each room,

unfinished manuscript on every desk.
I shall need all his courage for the task

of settling firmly to the sublime;
there is only her face to start from.



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