When I was a child we played sometimes in the dark; Hide and seek in the dark is a terrible game, With the nerves pulled tight in fear of the stealthy seeker, With the brief exultance, and the blood in the veins like flame. Now I see that life is a game in the dark, A groping in shadows, a brief exultance, a dread Of what may crouch beside us or lurk behind us, A leaving of what we want to say unsaid, Sure of one thing only, a long sleep When the game is over and we are put to bed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG |