Copyright (c) 2000 First Things 108 (December 2000): 16, 26.
Water from you
will quickly fill
my deserted soul,
which withers, until
it meets with my eyes
and, reaching their rim,
gives ocular proof
of a tropic within.
—Patrick Lee Miller
Black is no color
and all of them.
White is all colors
and none of them.
So it’s simply
a matter of reflection
and absorption, prism
and paper, prison
and sentence.
—Gilbert Allen