I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork
I am, in truth, a yellow fork
From tables in the sky
By inadvertent fingers dropped
The awful cutlery.
Of mansions never quite disclosed
And never quite concealed
The apparatus of the dark
To ignorance revealed.
— Emily Dickenson
Lightning.
Posted in Riddles
4 Comments on "I Am, In Truth, A Yellow Fork"
Gabby says
June 5, 2016 @ 23:43
Bad poetry?
Eliqua Marnie says
November 21, 2016 @ 20:01
Lightning?
New Mexican says
February 24, 2017 @ 21:20
Lightning sounds like a weird answer for this riddle and weird poetry maybe? (at least to me it does)
Dan was here says
July 25, 2025 @ 19:45
Pretty obtuse but we are looking at this we more than a century of distance from it’s original context. I can kinda understand how the the fingers belong to [a] god, and the mansion is heaven, since the bible often describes heaven as some kind of grand place. But it felt like such a leap to get to the clouds being tables. And I still have no clue what the last two lines are supposed to mean.
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