Though you complain of me That I build no marvel to your name; That I have never grappled time to proclaim You everlastingly; Though no marble, however white it be, Compels me to win your fame: My soul is shapen as by a flame In your identity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WASHINGTON MCNEELY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON HOW TO BE A POET (TO REMIND MYSELF) by WENDELL BERRY |