Truth is an insightful poem by Gwendolyn Brooks. It reminds me of Emily Dickinson's crafty poem about Truth similarly using light as a metaphor for truth where she warns against telling truth directly because it is too bright; she says "tell it slant". Gwendolyn goes into the depths of how one would receive the truth if it came and knocked on our door.
And if sun comes
How shall we greet him?
Shall we not dread him,
Shall we not fear him
After so lengthy a
Session with shade?
Though we have wept for him,
Though we have prayed
All through the night-years—
What if we wake one shimmering morning to
Hear the fierce hammering
Of his firm knuckles
Hard on the door?
Shall we not shudder?—
Shall we not flee
Into the shelter, the dear thick shelter
Of the familiar
Propitious haze?
Sweet is it, sweet is it
To sleep in the coolness
Of snug unawareness.
The dark hangs heavily
Over the eyes.
- Gwendolyn Brooks
Singing oneness!
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