Identity may be difficult to define.
It equals itself, as a rose is a rose.
Tell me your name. I’ll tell you mine,
Though if I do, don't take that as a sign
That I am someone whom anyone knows.
Identity is not so easy to define.
Don'tt lose that card, or you may find
Another plays your hand. Anything goes.
The name of the game is Anyone's, not mine.
Forensic science may underline
Our DNA, but family history shows
Identity ain’t so scientifically defined.
Released from history, nameless, a wine
Of no known vintage seduces my foes.
Tell me your name. I'llll tell you mine.
“I am who I am,” says the voice we've assigned
To God, but thanks to the dice he throws,
Our identity is impossible to define.
What's your name? Is it the same as mine?
-- David Lehman and William Wadsworth
The burning bush.
Posted by: Berwyn | April 20, 2024 at 10:36 AM
If I had to link the image with the poem, it’s the mystical glimpse of the ineffable.
Posted by: MCLeng | April 22, 2024 at 06:42 PM