Unthinkable in Philosophy
(Certainly not Heidegger)
Imagine a philosopher who writes
In language clearer than the stars above
Antarctic wastes, but warmly like the nights
Scheherazade told tales in( to make love
Last long enough to be true love). Her thought
Would be as strong as silk, as spider’s threads,
And catch you as a happy insect ought
To be entwined, an insect who knows reds
And golds of silk in death are better than
An unexamined life of flowers and wings.
How happy would the thinking reading man
…..
Be, finding reason that in tomb strength sings.
And what if she were French, this lover made
Of thought? Fly straight into her satin braid!