My hands have held
apples, and my fingers
slipped the pure curve
of pears as they have
slipped through lace
and linen to circuit
the curves of love
with no thought of why,
with no thought
of lust’s cool compass
or the blind geometries
of desire.—John Wood, section 1 of “Reflections on the Progress of the Western Intellectual Tradition from Thales to Crick and Watson” from In Primary Light (University of Iowa Press, 1994)