“Indefinite Divisibility” (1942) by Yves Tanguy
T.S. Eliot said,
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium
I know–exactly–what he means
Tragedy lurks in the midnight deeps
It hides, free from consciousness
It hides, outside memory
A catastrophic tick that has no echo
Fleeting images and emotional residue
are all amble home in the morning
By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on July 22, 2016.
