Shadow
I just pulled this out of the vaults: 'twas buried under the weight of many a Greek Idol; but I think it remains pure.
Somewhere,
In the vicinity of a candle,
There lurks a shadow.
He looks on,
From a cold, dark viewpoint,
With jealous eyes.
He doesn’t know he’s jealous –
But he is.
He doesn’t even know there’s a candle –
But there is.
How do you know? You may ask.
I may tell:
When the darkness of night reigns,
Shadows haven’t a place;
But when the sun rises
And the sky turns a soft blue,
The Shadow is born.
It has no entity its own:
Without the candle it doesn’t exist.
The greater the light –
The greater the shadow.
Then why isn’t it warm and true,
Like its source?
For if it was to be so…
It would have no power its “own”;
And, wherein would lie the challenge?
Certainly not in the shadows!
Who am I writing to?
Doubtfully the Shadow,
For he can’t read!
I only write to the candle,
As only he alone can teach;
Only he alone can create.
Teach whom?
Teach what?
Teach the shadow –
How to read.
Create what?
From whom?
Create a Light –
From, The Shadow.
5 Comments:
shakespare oh shakespare, thou please do explain ;)
anonymous:
everything is illuminated.
I dont think the shadow needs to learn, it just needs to be put out of business with a dose of light.
Happy Chanukah.
Me
oy, oy.. the Foer fans are back..
now you're saying someting for a change
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