Questioning
Listen... (Ogden Nash)
Posted 12-20-2008 at 10:42 AM by itSFMe
Today my eye kept (and maybe keeps) getting caught by the blue post-it right next to my screen, it says "He loniest is when he pretends, that he is not alone". So, I just had to search for the whole poem 
There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, "Let me out!"
That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.
No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.
When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.
Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.
We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours.
There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, "Let me out!"
That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.
No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.
When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.
Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.
We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours.
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Listen...
I still read the poems you post. The best ones are those that make me "google" for more information about the poet.
Like this one...but then, either this poem is a-typical of nash's poetry, or my understanding of the poem is waaay offf...The poem made me a bit sad...
What do you think?Posted 12-20-2008 at 06:51 PM by pearla59
