Literal-Minded

Lo! In the sky you see the bear
And sisters Zorya in perpetual fear,
Or a menagerie from old and far
But as for me I just see stars.

Look at the inkblots upon the page,
Is it a wineglass or is it a sage?
Do you see memories of your past?
For I just see a black-white contrast.

And the seasons who are ever long,
Do you see them or Demeter’s mournful song?
For all I see is rain and snow
And sometimes Apollo’s golden glow.