The Eye of Eyes

RUNNER on monocycle around my Self
To overtake the lead of veteran ancestors

First in the dash to death
Riding the wheel of wheels

To win the race of zero around nothingness
The races of thought against the Matter God

Within the vortex of the cosmic storm
Feeding the new moons
And old suns

While time's fourwheeled chariot tumbles
Along the tamed horizon

Will the lilac rim shrink
To the luminary eye of man?

Eye riveted under the forehead
My own eye so afraid of me

Regal nymphea emerged from deep remembrance
To the lucid surface of my face
With the bold look of lakes

With the command of mirrors staring
From behind the infinite

Beware the magnet of the owl
The powers of the Southern Cross

Dementia and premonition
In the bull's eye brewing with torero's blood

YVAN GOLL

I throw onto this eye the stone of guilt
And a million rings enclose me in my fate

Encircled by my circles
I clutch in vain the beads of prayer
And toss in vain the ball of the roulette

You let me ride the brightest wheel of fortune
In creature's peerless eye
Blue discs of Diana black discs of pheasants and serpents
Or golden arcs of toads

Yea from an insect's eye
May the phosphorean verdict flash

O grapes of nebulae bitter-sweet wine
Redeem the dew of native ryefields

Whip all the mad clocks against time
Whip the hoops of childhood
Crowns of kings and rings of lovers
To the dump-heap of oblivion

Dials of roses too
The roses of Saadi
The roses of all Notre-Dame
Actuated by sole love
Revolve revolve

Until the central atom splits
Making my eye the sun of all the worlds

ICONOGRAPH

a magazine of art and literature

Editor: Kenneth Lawrence Beaudoin

Art Editor: Gertrude Barrer

Layout: Oscar Collier

Production Assistant: Sam Prager

Advertising: Sidney Jordan

Cover drawing: Jackson McLow

Copyright 1946 by The Iconograph Press

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