A Figure Black Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I take it that A FIGURE BLACK is the speaker of the poem. He is caught in a painful dichotomy (aren't they all!) . The HEAVENS are A PORTAL OF DELIGHT, and the BEAUTY there, or perceived to be there, is blinding in its brilliance. But the rain and the mist block our view, our access, so the figure shakes his fist at those heavens for promising what they do not deliver. The dawn seems to bring some relief.