“And still deeper the meaning of that story of Narcissus,
who because he could not grasp the tormenting, mild image
he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. But
that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans.
It is the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and
this is the key to it all.”
He opens wide the mirrored door to pass across but it too is a mirror
on the other side.
Why would any earth
have summer except to honor
He opens wide a vacant mind to what is never there but it too
rings hollow like an echo in the air.
Why would any world
have winter save to do
penance to the cold?
He opens wide his eyes to awaken from the dream but all is forsaken
in seeing what it seems.
Why would any cosmos
have autumn but for trees
to die in leaves of gold?
He pricks his ears to hear the bursting forth of flowers.
And why spring of all unveilings
if not to rise up from the ice?
E. A. Costa 18 January, 2016 Granada, Nicaragua.