On First Looking into John Rawls’ A Theory of Justice
Reading John Rawls is like watching Spinoza
work. The propositional statements opening
every paragraph distinctly outline a frame.
Then the ensuing declarations reveal the delicate
curve of the lens. One would expect a coarseness
in the grind of gritty words, a gnashing of gears
in the machinery of technicalities, but the dust
clears with the soft breath of insightful inspiration
revealing a clarity in vision, not simply of the text,
but of the world.
I imagine Keats “First Looking,”
climbing steep slopes of verdant folios from within
Baruch’s humble chamber, diligently polishing
the mind into a never-ending understanding
resolving the focus of everyone’s spectacular life.
Garrett Buhl Robinson