The mystery – a draughtsman’s province,
not a writer’s.
On wings of poetry perhaps a birds eye’s view.
Yet, in the end ineffable.
Is this but holy symbols fighting,
an angel changing Jacob into Israel,
or does the drawing show that
we are frightened of the mystery within.
Or, on the other hand,
that what is good is out there –
A mystery – obscure and manifold.
[Poem on my drawing of Jacob wrestling with the Angel by Chagall.]