• Townie

    Anthony Hecht

    Summer 1989

    It is the dream of a shepherd king or child,
    And is without all blemish except one:
    That it supposes all virtue to stem
    From pure simplicity. But many cures
    Of body and of spirit are the fruit
    Of cultivated thought. Kindness itself
    Depends on what we call consideration.
    Your fear of corruption is a fear of thought,
    Therefore you would be thoughtless. Think again.
    Consider the perfect hexagrams of snow,
    Those broadcast emblems of divinity,
    That prove in their unduplicable shapes
    Insights of Thales and Pythagoras.
    If you must dream, dream of the ratio
    Of Nine to Six to Four Palladio used
    To shape those rooms and chapels where the soul
    Imagines itself blessed, and finds its peace
    Even in chambers of the Malcontenta,
    Those just proportions we hypostatize
    Not as flat prairies but the City of God.

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