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...FREE FANTASIA ON JAPANESE THEMES by AMY LOWELL UNGRATEFULNESS by GEORGE HERBERT ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN LYSISTRATA: HOW THE WOMEN WILL STOP WAR by ARISTOPHANES |