« 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|