Spender, Stephen - The Human Condition
Type of Spiritual Experience
A description of the experience
"The Human Condition"
This I is one of the human machines
So common on the grey plains -
Yet being built into flesh
My single pair of eyes
Contain the universe they see;
Their mirrored multiplicity
Is packed into a hollow body
Where I reflect the many, in my one.'
The traffic of the street
Roars through my head, as in the genitals
Their unborn London
And if this I were destroyed,
The image shattered,
My perceived, rent world would fly
In an explosion of final judgement
To the ends of the sky,
The colour in the iris of the eye.
Opening, my eyes say 'Let there be light',
Closing, they shut me in a coffin.