Sometimes it seems as though some puppet player A clenced claw cupping a craggy chin, Sits just beyond the border of our seeing, Twitching the strings with slow sardonic grin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVULET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, AT THE UNVEILING OF HIS STATUE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE TRAGEDY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON |