Interior Geography



The Circle Narrows

by George Jonas


It is quite possible

That our common thoughts come to us from the sea

Our doubtful soul follows the herrings

And we all die after the 11 o’clock news.

Still there is

A certain self which I for my part

Keep wrapped in tinfoil among my private papers.


I am less and less concerned

With a planet I share with Arabs and caterpillars

With a country I share with fellow motorists

With women who share me with film directors

And with a heart that after minor adjustments

Could be used by a customs officer.


The trips I will take from now on

Must only be a few inches in length.



I have a scrapbook from 1970, my senior year in college. In it, I pasted this poem, by George Jonas,which appeared in the Saturday Review.   As I read it now, I wonder what I liked about it back then. I think I only really liked the last line, which applies much more to me now that I has over the intervening years.  The rest of the poem disturbs me now.


<a href=””>Interior</a&gt;



One thought on “Interior Geography

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s