Help an Englishman understand the last line of this Hugh MacDiarmid poem?



Is “And any smaller thought’s impossible” correct? It’s ‘sma’er’ I’m unsure of…

by dntevnbelieveinjebus

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  1. The sunlight still on me, you shadowed in cloud.
    We look upon each other now like hills across a valley. I’m no more your son. It is my mind, not a son of yours, that looks, and the great darkness of your death comes up and equals it across the way.
    A living man upon a dead man thinks
    And any smaller thought is impossible.

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