Radiant Terror, Raw Wonder

We have reached that age
In which the body has replaced
Nearly all of itself at least once

And the mind surrenders old notions
Of the body to newer notions
Of the body that neither understands

Poets considerably younger
Than ourselves as we reconstruct
Them from the ruins of rebellion

Are already themselves older
Than ourselves were when we began
To despair of our vanished youth

By which trivial observation
We shed illumination like the moon
We once refused ourselves