Face In The Window Poem by Bill Knott

Face In The Window

Rating: 2.8


I am a modest house, a house solely
notable for the fact I lived here once.
Its brass plaque depicts an oxygen eye
in which two pupils of hydrogen dance.

Downstairs is where I lit fires whose insights
with approach-velocity froze me, then
singed off into flame. This always happened when
I came close to a truth. Months passed. Years. Nights.

Shall I accommodate myself again,
a humble aquarium of lordly
thumbs, some fin de species? Of course each word

the blackout-moth mutters to my keyboard
shows the snowiest letter on this page is “I”—
must I now plumb its one remaining pane?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sue Ann Simar 02 August 2008

'each word/ the blackout-moth mutters to my keyboard shows the snowiest letter on this page is 'I' ' I end up so intrigued by Bill Knott's language that I become a repeater, pulling out certain lines, and of course, reading the whole poem outloud.

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