The Dark Side of the Head
I.M. Gwen Harwood,1920-1995
Just around the corner of the eye,
at every reach of its big screen,
there is a magic which is neither
black nor white, but only absent:
the disappearance of all world.
Even when the eyes are shut,
and all the field is pink or dark,
it still unhappens, at the rim
- a sudden gradual nothing,
beneath the notice, or beyond.
I sometimes hope that if
my head jerks leftwards, quick
as warp, I might just catch
the edge of right side visual field,
as if there is no dark side of the head
but one world only, seamless,
like the small curved universes
painted on the Grecian urns,
or like a Mercator projection
of the globe, that having mapped
itself, bent weirdly at the polar
ends, for flat-screen eyes,
now unmaps in reverse, becoming
whole again and full and round
and as satisfactory as heaven.
from New Selected Poems (Duffy & Snellgrove, Australia, 2001) and This Goes With That (Leviathan, UK, 2002 - further information from email@example.com), © Peter Goldsworthy 2001 and 2002, used by permission of the author and the publishers.