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This article is taken from PN Review 136, Volume 27 Number 2, November - December 2000.

Seventh Day Anne Cluysenaar

Passive I lie, looking up through leaves,
An eye only, one of the eyes of earth
That open at a myriad points at the living surface.
Eyes that earth opens see and delight
Because of the leaves, because of the unfolding of the leaves,
The folding, veining, imbrication, fluttering, resting,
The green and deepening manifold of the leaves.

Eyes of the earth know only delight
Untroubled by anything that I am, and I am nothing:
All that nature is, receive and recognize,
Pleased with the sky, the falling water and the flowers,
With bird and fish and the striations of stone.
Every natural form, living and moving
Delights these eyes that are no longer mine
That open upon earth and sky pure vision.
Nature sees, sees itself, is both seer and seen.

This is the divine repose, that watches
The ever-changing light and shadow, rock and sky and ocean.

The Kena Upanishad speaks of the Spirit of the Universe as one who 'comes to the thought of those who know him beyond thought, not to those who imagine he can be attained by thought'. Kathleen Raine is a poet whose work again and again offers evidence that there is a form of knowing unattainable by thought alone but attainable at times by the whole being functioning, in Traherne's phrase, as 'a living endless eye'. This knowing must ...

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