Socrates ghost must haunt me now, <br />Notorious death has let him go, <br />He comes to me with a clumsy bow, <br />Saying in his disused voice, <br />That I do not know I do not know, <br />The mechanical whims of appetite <br />Are all that I have of conscious choice, <br />The butterfly caged in eclectic light <br />Is my only day in the world's great night, <br />Love is not love, it is a child <br />Sucking his thumb and biting his lip, <br />But grasp it all, there may be more! <br />From the topless sky to the bottomless floor <br />With the heavy head and the fingertip: <br />All is not blind, obscene, and poor. <br />Socrates stands by me stockstill, <br />Teaching hope to my flickering will, <br />Pointing to the sky's inexorable blue <br />---Old Noumenon, come true, come true!<br /><br />Delmore Schwartz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/socrates-ghost-must-haunt-me-now/
