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Mark Strand - Black Maps

Not the attendance of stones,
nor the applauding wind,
shall let you know
you have arrived,

 

not the sea that celebrates
only departures,
nor the mountains,
nor the dying cities.

 

Nothing will tell you
where you are.
Each moment is a place
you’ve never been.

 

You can walk
believing you cast
a light around you.
But how will you know?

 

The present is always dark.
Its maps are black,
rising from nothing,
describing,

 

in their slow ascent
into themselves,
their own voyage,
its emptiness,

 

the bleak, temperate
necessity of its completion.
As they rise into being
they are like breath.

 

And if they are studied at all
it is only to find,
too late, what you thought
were concerns of yours

 

do not exist.
Your house is not marked
on any of them,
nor are your friends,

 

waiting for you to appear,
nor are your enemies,
listing your faults.
Only you are there,

 

saying hello
to what you will be,
and the black grass
is holding up the black stars.

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