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by Hailey Leithauser

Hailey Leithauser
                     Philosophic
in its complex, ovoid emptiness,
a skillful pundit coined it as a sort
       of stopgap doorstop for those
                     quaint equations

                     Romans never
dreamt of. In form completely clever
and discrete—a mirror come unsilvered,
       loose watch face without the works,
                     a hollowed globe
                     from tip to toe
unbroken, it evades the grappling
hooks of mass, tilts the thin rim of no thing,
      remains embryonic sum,
                   non-cogito.

This poem originally appeared in the January 2003 issue of Poetry.

January 2003 issue of Poetry Magazine

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