The Thinking Poet


Tapestry Through a Reading-Glass

A forest is more than a covey of trees.

A tapestry, more than a throng of threads.

The sum is greater than its parts.

A pattern emerges that transcends;

A wood is seen

When sight of trees ends.

To study tapestry through a reading-glass,

Is to make of the weaver's art, a farce.


Reduction is the mind's seduction,

A lure that leads to wit's destruction;

"We murder to dissect".

In defection from completeness we neglect

The goal which is the meaning.

We find ourselves lost in a wood;

And lost, a consummate knowledge of trees

Is not to our good.