“Enigmas” [by Samuel Greenberg]

               

               I've been ill amongst my fellow kind
               And yet have borne with me joys
               That few sought its indulgence Bind
               As dreams that press meditation's
               Wanton coys, o'er desired revelation
               Religeon's chariot halted for my thought
               Art bowed, showed its infinite tongues
               Of charm, science hailed its width
               Of semetry, doubting conscience
               Concentration, and behave, The beam
               Of Fire from the sun cast mine own
               To slumber in imagination of spheres
               Under the heavens of moon like shapes
               Mine eyelids shut, I fell into unfelt realms

 – Samuel Greenberg

               "Enigmas", from Greenberg's Sonnets of Apology  "Self-Portrait" (1915)

From the archives; posted December 20, 2008