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Wittgenstein at Hutteldorf<br />
Daniel Sundahl<br />
The monks are awake in the middle of the night,<br />
Worshipping their anguished God.<br />
Morning will come and once again<br />
They will warm their bellies and wonder<br />
About that feeling growing upward from the groin.<br />
What makes it possible for their worship<br />
To represent their faith in another world?<br />
The icons and statues could be manipulated<br />
To depict in different ways what might have taken place.<br />
God, I believe, must somehow show us His sense,<br />
Be something other than an extremely general fact of nature,<br />
Or spirit substantiated into matter.<br />
Father Superior calls it my “logical compulsion.”<br />
Father tells me to let each day<br />
Lead me to the next, and to the next,<br />
From the coolness of morning to the coolness of evening.<br />
If I were more casual<br />
And if the clamor of my senses<br />
Did not so much disturb my thoughts,<br />
I could join these everlastings.<br />
I remember a poem written for a blonde girl;<br />
The brightly joined rhymes were stolen,<br />
Wings rhyming with sings.<br />
Lord it is time now;<br />
Someone is being buried<br />
Beside the monastery’s garden wall.<br />
Something dwells in the thick darkness,<br />
Finer than what gives light its shape and substance.<br />
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