Reflection, Odilon Redon Shadows and Light Who—if not my shadow—recalls the honeyed light when the black-dressed skyscorns even diamond studs? She asks–says please—the fiddler playsto owl-wings’ whispered beat and then, the moon chimes a lullabythrough prismatic clouds, while below ghosts dancein the shadows cast to vanish with the robin’s chirpin the dawn’s sharp radish sky. […]

Shadows and Light