Testament
. . . that part that
goes nowhere, fits nothing, that
doesn’t, wouldn’t, isn’t
instigates none–
the-
less the speculation of all parts that
are. call it, if
one will, a part so
im-
partial, an anomaly so absolute, that
nothing, if not the breath it-
self, might attain
such resolute autonomy. nothing, that is, if
not the
germinal circulation of
letters
a-
lighting, at last, on
something altogether lighter than the
slightest
increments of
substance itself. there, that
is,
where the
rose, so
accorded, might bud ebullient in the very
midst of such
an
inherent socket of
exemption.
—Gustaf Sobin
About the Author
Gustaf Sobin is the author of many poetry collections and novels, most recently In Pursuit of a Vanishing Star. American-born, he has lived in Provence for nearly 40 years.
