19 Jun Seen Through a Grille of Squares – A Poem
Seen through a grille of squares, the sky,
Is split up, intersected, neat,
Closely related, tree and cloud,
Rooftop and spire trick the eye
To think geometry complete,
To make the world an ordered crowd
Of lines and squares, intensify
Rationalism in defeat.
This is another way to shroud
An ill-conceived complexity
Beneath a simple form, replete
With all the errors of the proud,
Who hope, by thinking, to retain
A cosmos in their compassed brain.