EffigiesA Poem by David PlantingaAll perception is basically memory. We guess at the future by an imperfect knowledge of the past.Our senses fashion effigies Of a dead past, useless as guides Where strict finality resides. Mute phantoms drowned in icy seas. But halved funereal diptychs show Reflections of the things to be. The not yet displayed in symmetry, A future mirrored long ago. © 2021 David PlantingaReviews
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1 Review Added on November 22, 2021 Last Updated on November 22, 2021 Tags: memory, sensation, time, perception, epistemology AuthorDavid PlantingaPittsburgh, PAAboutFor shorter poems I'm experimenting with ballad and In Memoriam stanzas. more..Writing
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