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On acquiring an encyclopedia

Here the vast Brockhaus encyclopedia,
here the many loaded volumes and the atlas volume,
here the devotion of Germany,
here the neo-Platonists and the Gnostics,
here the first Adam and Adam of Bremen,
here the tiger and the Tartar,
here the scrupulous typography and the blue of oceans,
here the memory of time and the labyrinths of time,
here error and truth,
here the dilated miscellany which knows more than any man,
here the sum of long vigil.
Here also eyes that are useless, hands that miss, illegible
the doubtful shade of blindness, walls that recede.
But also here a new custom,
of that old custom, the house,
a gravitation and a presence,
the mysterious love of things
that do not know us or each other.