To clothe their thought in words most men contrive,
And in such raiment seek to give it shape ;
But words like garments often hide the truth.
And others, less articulate, will strive
To give expression, though the life escape,
In stone and pigment, to their azimuth.
And some in music seek to keep alive
The feelings that possess them, and to drape
With lovely sound the hopes and dreams of youth.
Through all frustration dogs the senses five ;
Some essence still eludes and baffles art.
And man, by conscious effort, merely hides
Behind ornate facades his naked heart,
And where he most reveals he least confides.
Weekly Times 6.4.62