High up on a snowy peak, I carved a sonnet with a steel blade. Time passes. To this day, perhaps, The snows still bear my solitary mark. High up, where skies are ever blue, In the exhilarating clarity of winter, Only the sun to witness, as my knife Inscribed the poem in the jeweled berg. It makes me glad to think a poet Will understand me. And I hope that he Will never choose the valley's mass acclaim. High up, where skies are ever blue, I carved my sonnet in the midday sun - Only for those who occupy the peaks | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTINGALES by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AN IRISH AIRMAN FORESEES HIS DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP WRITTEN IN ZIMMERMAN'S SOLITUDE by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS KINGFISHER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN VERSES ON THE DESTRUCTION OF DRUMLANRIG WOODS by ROBERT BURNS |