Tell all the Truth but tell it slant
Recently I have been undazzled with the truth, so as I skimmed through Schwiebert I came across a short, yet meaningful poem about the truth, and how the truth is actually told to us, whether we may be children, teenagers or adults; reality is many of us cannot deal with the heartache the truth may bring. A poem by Emily Dickinson- my own interpretation
Tell us the truth but tell it inclined
The fulfilment within the indirect circuit lies_
Too bright for our infirm delight; depicts the incapacity
To be completely delighted.
The surprise the truth can actually hold
As the death of a loved one told to the children eased
With explanation kind.
The real truth has to be prevented from being seen,
Or every man be blind_
The real delight may be; we individuals only proclaim those things which come to us in small doses.
