SPARK

 

in dark night

man

 

kindles a spark

for quenched eyes

 

living sleeper

touches the dead

 

waking

kindles the sleeper

 

 

 

 

insight

 

the human way

lacks insight

 

divine

has it

 

 

 

 

unexplored

 

the unexpected

is not found

 

unless sought

 

it is unexplored

unapproachable

 

 

 

 

little

 

seekers of gold

dig much

earth

 

find little

 

 

 

 

circle

 

birth and end

of the circle—

 

common

 

 

 

 

shared

 

thinking—

common to all

 

 

 

 

inquiry

 

seekers of

wisdom—

 

philosophers...

 

so curious about

each

   little

      thing

 

 

 

 

different

 

i have heard many

logoi

 

not one

rising to this

 

to know

what the wise is—

 

different

 

 

 

 

all

 

wise—

 

affirm

all is one

 

listening

not to my words

 

to the logos

 

 

 

 

knowing

 

the wise

is one

 

knowing

by what thought

directed—

 

all through all

 

 

 

Apollo

 

by the prophetess

at Delphi

he

 

tells not

hides not

 

hints

 

 

 

 

Zeus not Zeus

 

the wise—

 

one

alone

 

does not

and does

 

take the name

‘zeus’

 

 

 

 

bolt

 

lightning

directs

all

 

 

 

 

unmade

 

this cosmos

the same for all

 

no man or god

made

 

it was

is

will be

 

fire ever-living

 

in measures

kindled and quenched

 

 

 

 

seek

 

i made a search for

myself

 

 

 

 

unconfined

 

you would not discover

 

confines

of the soul

 

by going

 

if you traveled

every path

 

its logos—

fathomless

 

 

 

 

itself

 

the soul’s logos

 

magnifies

itself

 

 

 

 

disease

 

self-conceit—

a divine disease

 

 

 

 

attention

 

of what there is

hearing

sight

evidence

 

these i regard

 

 

 

 

details

 

eye—

 

sharper witness

than ear

 

 

 

 

gather

 

eyes and ears—

 

bad witnesses

 

if the soul cannot

gather

 

 

 

 

animated

 

dull human—

 

animated by

 

any

logos

 

 

 

 

as

 

listening

not as

 

our parents’ children

 

 

 

 

haphazard

 

about the great things

let us not

 

confer haphazardly

 

 

 

 

repute

 

those in highest repute

 

know

look after

 

appearances

 

 

 

 

tricked

 

humans are beguiled

fathoming appearances

 

like blind Homer

wisest of greeks

 

tricked by the riddle

of kids

killing lice

who said

 

what we see and catch

we leave behind

 

what we don’t see or catch

we carry away

 

 

 

 

Homer

 

away with Homer

 

beat him with the poet’s rod

—Archilochus too

 

 

 

 

teach

 

much learning

does not

teach the mind

 

it would have taught

 

Hesiod

Pythagoras

Xenophanes

Hecataeus

 

 

 

 

Hesiod

 

Hesiod

teacher of most

 

whom they know

as knowing most

 

who did not know

 

day

night

 

are one

 

 

 

 

Pythagoras

 

Pythagoras

son of Mnesarchus

 

most curious of all

 

researched many writings

and made for

himself

 

a wisdom

a tour de force

 

base craftiness

 

 

 

 

whose

 

in Priene lived

Bias

son of Teutames

 

whose logos

was greater

 

 

 

 

best

 

the great—

 

one

is

ten thousand

 

 

  

 

prefer

 

great ones prefer

 

one thing

over all

 

glory

ever-flowing

of mortals

 

while

a bovine many

sate themselves