It's too much: this hard work -- All night chipping on the stone of sleep . . . And then to wake in the morning And find only the old, known, Statue of solitude -- Hardly changed at all . . . Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHIQUITA by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE GRASSHOPPER AND CRICKET by JOHN KEATS VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1876 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI A BROADWAY PAGEANT by WALT WHITMAN RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM |