This poem is taken from PN Review 161, Volume 31 Number 3, January - February 2005.
Five PoemsThe Movement of Bodies
He fractured white light into seven colours,
reckoned the distance to the moon,
wrote laws for the movement
of bodies: no mystery to him
until now. Planets in their orbit,
the sea's tides, his eyes
locked to the lit face
of the young mathematician.
A body at rest remains so
unless some force act on it.
So many years, no joy
but in numbers, no troubling
of the flesh. The pink tongue-tip
idly licking a finger
constricts his heart. His edges
...
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