Your burnt offspring’s smoke will wind
Peacefully towards the skies
Only if you bear in mind
That when you go to the sun,
Your dark shadow is behind.
Silent slave whom the grim lord
Summons by a silent gesture,
He takes heed, humble and awed,
Of the slightest beckoning,
And keeps everything well scored.
He’s your bondman when your flight
Is directed to the sun;
He hurts not, he’s out of sight;
Holy rays surround your forehead,
And you do advance in light.
But your shadow councils ill
When you leave the sun behind;
He will cloud your face until
Your keen eyes become purblind —
He is nothing but ill-will!
Shadow, sun, shrine, smoke, and glow!
Useless is my tale, unless
You have understood it. So —
You may choose! You are just starting;
I have long been on the go.
More Poetry from George Cosbuc:George Cosbuc Poems based on Topics: Mind, Sense & Perception, Light, Humility
- Three, Mighty God, All Three! (George Cosbuc Poems)
- We Want Land (George Cosbuc Poems)
- Second to None (George Cosbuc Poems)
- Decebal to his people (George Cosbuc Poems)
- The Poet (George Cosbuc Poems)
- Spring Harbingers (George Cosbuc Poems)
Readers Who Like This Poem Also Like:Based on Topics: Light Poems, Mind Poems, Sense & Perception Poems, Humility Poems
Based on Keywords: purblind, bondman, ill-will
- An Ode - Humbly Inscribed To The Queen, On the Glorious Success of Her Majesty's Arms (Matthew Prior Poems)
- The Christiad (Henry Kirke White Poems)
- Helen And Sedley (Mary Hopkins Pilkington Poems)
- Medulla Poetarum Romanorum - VOL. II. (Philosophy - Place) (Henry Baker Poems)
- A Monumental Column : A Funeral Elegy (John Webster Poems)