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Plowing It Under
DABNEY STUART
PLOWING IT UNDER
How is the darkness dark, or the light, light?
And how do we see by either the hand
Raised, or held out? When we give, do we uncage
Reasons for a new life, or ride again
Instinct, that tired horse, back to his stall?
Does
Everything tend by nature toward the dumb fork
That says to us One way or the other?
Hard questions, if you take them seriously;
Only a fool ignores them, though, or a clod;
Do we bring form to the world, or does the world
Guide us through its maze? How will you know
Even if you find the true color, and your hand
Settles perfectly on its body, which is which?