If they were shadows walking to and fro Upon a screen you call reality, Then, when the light fails, where do shadows go? This boy enigma rapes philosophy. But if they really occupied three-square, And now are only shadows on a screen, How can the light still cast a shadow there From shades of shadows that have never been? Such questions are a mimic pantomime Of ghosts to utter nothings in dream chairs, Myopia squinting in a mist of time, An eye that sees the eye with which it stares. Your light too clearly shows the ancient stigma Of questions solved by posing an enigma. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT HATE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FIRST PROCLAMATION OF MILES STANDISH [NOVEMBER 23, 1620] by MARGARET JUNKIN PRESTON TWO HELPERS by MARY RUSSELL BARTLETT STANZAS TO M.P. by BERNARD BARTON THE ART OF BOOK-KEEPING by SAMUEL LAMAN BLANCHARD A YEOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN PEDDLER WOMAN by ALICE ELODY BREDESON THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: SEVENTH ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |