01 April 2026

Truth




Statue of Truth
The Supreme Court of Canada
 

~Truth~               
~Honesty~


"The face of Truth is covered with a golden lid. 
O Nourisher (Sun), do thou remove it, 
so that I, who adore the True, may behold it". 
This above all- to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day, 
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Shakespeare, Hamlet




What is truth? What is honesty? How did you learn about them?

In a time when some Governments lean away from truth, are we leaning more toward it?  Does it matter?  

(And on a lighter note, it is pure coincidence that this truth prompt opens on April Fools Day.  Make of that what you will!)

Adopt a point of view for your poem. Each of the sample poets below has a strong point of view.  

Enjoy.

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Tell all the truth but tell it slant –

By Emily Dickinson

Tell all the Truth but tell it slant –
Success in Circuit lies
Too bright for our infirm Delight
The Truth's superb surprise

As Lightning to the Children eased
With explanation kind
The Truth must dazzle gradually
Or every man be blind –


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.

 

Legacies

her grandmother called her from the playground   
       “yes, ma’am”
       “i want chu to learn how to make rolls” said the old   
woman proudly
but the little girl didn’t want
to learn how because she knew
even if she couldn’t say it that
that would mean when the old one died she would be less   
dependent on her spirit so
she said
       “i don’t want to know how to make no rolls”
with her lips poked out
and the old woman wiped her hands on
her apron saying “lord
       these children”
and neither of them ever
said what they meant
and i guess nobody ever does

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