Ten Ways of Plato Looking at a Triangle



The triangular atom

composing all rectilinear surfaces.

Earth and water are made of triangles.

Fire and air, of smaller triangles.



Fire cuts by the sharpness

of its angles and sides.

You would say it heats up.



Pain is the point of a triangle.

It needles its way into us

sometimes imperceptibly.

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When Socrates Heard the Story of Job


In the long room hard by a street of marble cutters

they take turns submerged in a large pithos

of greasy water, naked and gritty along the benches.

Voices rise and fall between the excitement of dice.

Just beyond the offing dark and moonlit

the holy sails glide home from Delos.

So much for his defense when they return.

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