Wednesday Poem

Immanuel Kant

The philosophy of white blood cells:
this is self,
this in non-self.
The starry sky of non-self,
perfectly mirrored
deep inside.
Immanuel Kant,
perfectly mirrored
deep inside.

And he knows nothing about it,
he is only afraid of drafts.
And he knows nothing about it,
though this is the critique
of pure reason.

Deep inside.

by Miroslav Holub
from
The Vintage Book of Contemporary World Poetry
Vintage Books, 1996