<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459932" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Their Blackness...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">‘..and their blackness is incontrovertible…’</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as the mind surfaced out of sleep today, <br>these words – matter-of-fact, authoritative –<br>spoke in my inner ear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had it been a fleeting image or<br>the painful ending of some dream – like<br>struggling to catch the last train<br>which all the time receded –<br>it would have been dismissed; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but the writer’s mind seizes on such things: <br>this line, an Alexandrine or hexameter: <br>what scene had come before<br>this ultimate pronouncement? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was this the verdict of some shining, white-robed one<br>summing my mortal sins, written indelible? <br>what came before? had there just been<br>some paltry list of virtues dimly glimpsed, <br>good deeds half-done? or could I hope<br>this shining one spoke not of me at all? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">was this a glimpse of what had gone from mind, <br>the glorious radiance of a perfect world? <br>or glimpse of compensatory twin mirror-world<br>which physicists speak of as balancing necessity<br>of charges positive and negative, <br>where all is in reverse; and so, perhaps the mind; <br>and black is good and God; and white is…trash…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or had the mind been in the world of art, <br>where, as in the etched fine lines like thinnest wire<br>of a Picasso or a Hockney – incontrovertibly<br>shaping in the finest, mindful black<br>a world of friends, of fears, of foes, <br>of loves and lives and lovely, lively things? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we know so little of the world of dream, <br>so close to poets' fantasies of truth; <br>and shall I wish, tonight – so far away this sunny dawn -<br>to find again that other world, where all is brightest white? <br>or meet that other world, where black is beautiful..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=459932" data-title="Their Blackness... de Michael Shepherd" data-description="‘..and their blackness is incontrovertible…’ as the mind surfaced out of sleep today, these words – matter-of-fact, authoritative – spoke in my inner ear. had it been a fleeting image or the painful ending of some dream – like strug..."></div> </div> </div>

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