Still
though quazars pierce an emptinesssix billion light years cannot hold
though light itself is trappedin the cold of collapsed nebulae
though all of historyis dwarfed by spatial sands
still...
the earthworm glistens in the dewits beauty independent ofthe hunger of a bird
From Against Perspective. Reprinted with permission of Kathleen Forsythe, Cogswell's literary executor. Back to Selected Poems