My first is no proof of my second, Though my second's a proof of my first: If I were my whole I should tell you Quite freely my best and my worst. One clue more: if you fail to discover My meaning, you're blind as a mole; But if you will frankly confess it, You show yourself clearly my whole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LEFT-HANDED POEM by JAMES GALVIN MOTHER NIGHT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |