back ~ home ~ up ~ next



Upon the Power of Certain Ideas


Now as the fulcrum holds, the forces come to bear,

The world obeys that rigorous conception

Which, having chosen out its sayer,

Shall bend the very axes of perception.


As in a martial art the body takes the print

Of some deep principle of torque and chih,

And in the stress of tournament

Exacts an excellence of purity,


Compelling both contender and antagonist

To trace the ancient pattern of a dance

Whose subtle leverage and twist

Wrung from the flesh of apes the human stance.


Frederick Turner



From April Wind, 1991.  Reprinted by

permission of University Press of Virginia.



Background by
Catoe Country


back ~ home ~ up ~ next