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Summary
The poem presents a contrast between light and darkness, symbolizing good and evil. Daylight represents goodness and warmth, while night signifies the decay of virtue and the rise of sin. The poem suggests a constant struggle between these opposing forces, impacting everyone’s behavior. This internal conflict is shown through the metaphor of a “heart of gold” decaying in the absence of light. Ultimately, the poem explores the inherent duality of human nature and its susceptibility to the influences of light and darkness.
Questions this poem helps us ponder:
What is the poem’s central theme regarding light and darkness?
How does the poem portray the duality of human nature?
What symbolic meaning is attributed to light and darkness?
Read the original poem HERE:
—https://futurestrong.org/2024/05/05/too-dark-to-have-a-name/
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