Popis069-helpless-Pieces-of-the-Game-He-plays-q75-775x1147.jpg	Helpless Pieces of the Game he Plays
Datum	1905
Zdroj	Omar Khayyam, tr. Edward Fitzgerald: “The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam” (1905, 1912) [1]
Autor	Adelaide Hanscom and Blanche Cumming (fl. 1902 - 1924). Adelaide Hanscomová Leesonová  (1875–1931)     Pseudonym Adelaide Hanscom Popis americká fotografka a malířka Datum narození / úmrtí 25. listopadu 1875  19. listopadu 1931  Místo narození / úmrtí Coos Bay Pasadena Soubor autorit : Q1875363 VIAF: 30870981 ISNI: 0000000108141105 ULAN: 500068197 Open Library: OL1597863A LCCN: n81141882 WorldCat creator QS:P170,Q1875363
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In the picture, an old white-bearded man wearing a green robe and headband is holding one hand aloft and beckoning with the other.

LXV

The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d

Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d,

Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep

They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.

LXVI

I sent my Soul through the Invisible,

Some letter of that After-life to spell:

And by and by my Soul return’d to me,

And answer’d “I Myself am Heav’n and Hell:”

LXVII

Heav’n but the Vision of fulfill’d Desire,

And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire,

Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves,

So late emerged from, shall so soon expire.

LXVIII

We are no other than a moving row

Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go

Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held

In Midnight by the Master of the Show;

LXIX

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays

Upon this Chequer-board of Nights and Days;

Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays,

And one by one back in the Closet lays.

LXX

The Ball no question makes of Ayes and Noes,

But Here or There as strikes the Player goes;

And He that toss’d you down into the Field,

He knows about it all—HE knows—HE knows!