Colorful multifarious ambiguity

William Meredith's poem "The Illiterate" captures a feeling that we all have had: tempered optimism - dread with an asterisk - we've all been there. The colorful undistilled eventualities of life. The above image seems to reflect the poem well, as does this woodcut by Escher, and this painting by Klee.

The Illiterate

Touching your goodness, I am like a man
Who turns a letter over in his hand
And you might think this was because the hand
was unfamiliar but, truth is, the man
Has never had a letter from anyone;
And now he is both afraid of what it means
And ashamed because he has no other means
To find out what it says than to ask someone.
His uncle could have left the farm to him,
Or his parents died before he sent them word,
Or the dark girl changed and want him for beloved.
Afraid and letter-proud, he keeps it with him.
What would you call his feeling for the words
That keep him rich and orphaned and beloved?

---- William Meredith