« Just like today eternity is accomplished

in split seconds, I read that Old Nieh

in the wilderness vastness trained a mountain

tiger to carry his firewood. Black hole the size

of 300 billions of suns is gobbing up the M87

galaxy because astronomers gave it a boring name.

Time passed in sitting begs mercy from the clock. »

   
         
    Jim Harrison in L’éclipse de lune de Davenport et autres poèmes, ©La Table Ronde Paris 2017, p.56