A Poem on Proust's Novel
Like life the novel's just too long to grasp:
Perhaps an index will show what they mean.
Over a hundred entries deal with LOVE
-Alas! - almost two hundred ALBERTINE.
The index drives us back into the text,
The text to life; until we see again
How they both hover on the edge of what
The entries of an index would explain.
-- Roy Fuller, from Counterparts (1954)
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