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....