The Chessboard Poem by Hans Ostrom
The Chessboard
Apologies to Mr. Blake,
For heaven's sake.
Chessboard, chessboard, black and white,
In the subtle cafe light,
What Indian and Persian eyes
Fugued your fearful geometries?
hans ostrom 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: chess,games
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4/28/2024 8:42:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
they are fearful, because remind war.