He Asked Me Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

He Asked Me



He asked me
The man with the bright eyes
He asked me:
Why speak you
So much of the night?

Pensive fell I
Then
With a spark
And as a spark
Responded I:

‘For night at least
Opiates the material world
Opiates the material powers
Opiates the material soul
Opiates the material cruelty
Opiates the pains of injustices'

Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: night
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 06 August 2014

Your description of your questioner as THE MAN WITH BRIGHT EYES says everything we need to know about him: he is untouched by the tragic sense of life. He will respond to sad events with sadness but he cannot comprehend the tragic outlook. And what a devastating expression of it in your list of opiates night provides. I too am drawn to the night, because of an inward turning aspect of my personality. The night allows inwardness to flower, whatever might be the need for its comfort.

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