"God appears, and God is light
to those poor souls who dwell in night,
but does a human form display
to those who dwell in realms of day."
These lines were penned by William Blake,
but others have a different take:
Stare long into the deepest black;
the human mind is winking back.
Whose perceptions can be trusted?
Those whose eyesight has adjusted.
3 comments:
A decent verse; made better by not trying to be poetry.
Yes, this is poetry only in the same way that Moliere’s bourgeois gentleman had been speaking prose all along without knowing it! My excuse is...
That men are always, at all times,
The more convinced by that which rhymes
And think him quite a clever man
Who cranks our thoughts that rhyme and scan.
So when it comes to reason versus
Rhyme, my money’s on the verses!
By my definition of poetry (which is lyrical), and bearing in much some uncertainties over dating; Robert Frost, who is my favourite poet (just about) didn't write any poetry in the last half of his life - not much or none-at-all from the 1920s onwards. (Blake likewise.)
But I enjoy a good deal of that verse. As I see it - poetry is essentially A Young Man's game, and extremely rare.
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