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{inexorable} luke irwin A steady rain came in the winter At night we watched it from the garage, My father and I and two cigars. We watched it, lit a kerosene lamp, Let the molten filaments of a gas heater Dry us out in our chairs. We read the Poetics And of Calvin’s tenure in Geneva; One of his children died in infancy. Aristotle calls that simple tragedy, “Like any play set in the underworld.” We watched the rain’s slim beauty: How it charmed the lawn, the drive. All movement, all motion is toward God: That’s Aquinas lifting Aristotle— The infant’s ascent is inexorable to heaven Past these pattering veils, poor words, As surely as their fallen motion fails. |
