Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET, by MARIE LUHRS First Line: Time, of all artists, draws most clear, most true; Last Line: Quivered and cried -- there is no other way. Subject(s): Art & Artists; Time | ||||||||
Time, of all artists, draws most clear, most true; He washes out the false and careless line; What should be red he never kills with blue; His pictures are not Ikons for a shrine. He paints this unsung queen beloved and soft, And that one hard for all her sonneteers; Beneath his brush Caesar is drawn aloft And little men are shadowed by their fears. And when I am composed within Time's dream I shall be drawn in shadow dark and blue; I am no queen who lost a throne for you; I am another leaf spun on a stream. Still, queens in love were light leaves only. They Quivered and cried -- there is no other way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEVEN EYES: FINAL SECTION by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: COME OCTOBER by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN SLOWLY: I FREQUENTLY SLOWLY WISH by LYN HEJINIAN ALL THE DIFFICULT HOURS AND MINUTES by JANE HIRSHFIELD A DAY IS VAST by JANE HIRSHFIELD FROM THIS HEIGHT by TONY HOAGLAND |
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