A poem from Reginald Shepherd's Wrong, is crafted in ways that resemble a fine art pice, nothing is definitive and everything is up for interpretation. Much like what poetry should be, a complex mask that hides the true feelings of said author. like a puzzle that needs solving but somehow can never be completely figured out. Lens is a poem in which I believe to encourage my curiosity to see behind that mask and beat that puzzle.
In the first couple read throughs of this poem, the reader believes the author to be talking about the sky and its beauty. Where colors of white and blue are used to paint those images in your head. When these images are true to the poem, it is not the focal point. My focus is drawn to the ambiguous figure that is slightly hinted at throughout the poem. The sky imagery paints a nice setting at the beginning of the poem and then the phrase, "You whom I have lied to, you whom I've told the truth," is used. That phrase is the center piece for my understanding of this poem, it's a poem of a hire being, a god per say, and the struggle to reach that god.
The entire poem has complex phrases and meanings. Some which can make sense, others are to skewed in their order that comprehension is near impossible. Even with those near impossible phrases a reader can still make sense of the overall meaning of this poem. It might not be what I interpreted it to be, but thats the beauty of poetry, like a fine art piece nothing is definitive and everything is open to interpretation.
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