What's there to praise. In that vast library of long gone days Bound in the failed and fading leather Of ancient weather? To free what's trapped or bound Is my whole law and ground: Since it's myself I find Out on the rough roads travelling blind. Yet, for another's use, I bind what I let loose So others may make free Of those lost finds no longer use to me. 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...JOHANNA PEDERSEN by KAREN SWENSON A TEMPLE TO FRIENDSHIP by THOMAS MOORE ADDRESS TO THE OCEAN by BRYAN WALLER PROCTER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 90. 'RETRO ME, SATHANA!' by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI TO A CONTEMPORARY BUNKSHOOTER by CARL SANDBURG QUATORZAINS: 11. A CLOCK STRIKING AT MIDNIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |