Some construct cathedrals, Empires, sonnets, jokes; You, ingenious Gibson, Manufacture -- folks. Through your pencil's magic Girls are growing tall, Modelled on your drawings, Haughty looks and all. Faithfully their lovers Follow copy too -- Tall, blase, athletic, Best the lads can do. Haughtiness and ennui, Gibson, I'll forgive: Keep on drawing giants, Giants that will live! Guerdon of your labors Amply worth the while, This: that strength 's in fashion, And good health the style! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE HILL WIFE: HOUSE FEAR by ROBERT FROST FESTOONS OF FISHES by ALFRED FRANCIS KREYMBORG WRINKLES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY THE SPOUSE TO THE BELOVED by WILLIAM BALDWIN ALFARABI; THE WORLD-MAKER. A RHAPSODICAL FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |