Shed a Little LightFrom Hymns In Darkness I met a man oncewho had wasted half his life, partly in exile from himself,partly in a prison of his own making. An energetic man, an active man.I liked his spiritand saw no hope for him. Yet, he had the common touch:he could, for instance, work with his hands. To others, all attentiveTo his own needs, indifferent. A tireless social human being,destined alwaysto know defeatlike a twin-brother. I saw him cheerfulin the universal darknessas I stood grimlyin my little light.
Nissim Ezekiel (b 1924)