Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY SONG, by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS Poet's Biography First Line: My song I will not sell for gold Last Line: The laurel's leaf is bitter. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
MY song I will not sell for gold; Nor fame nor honor'll buy it; I sing it for myself alone, Or praise ye or decry it. No master e'er hath taught the art, Nor have I learned one feature; The music came direct from God, The words were writ by Nature. Full oft the breeze of morning bears A page from distant regions; I marvel when I note the things Which men must learn in legions. If rhyme be faulty, all condemn; And if 't is not quite flawless, One poet's work another blames With judgment far too lawless. A foot's here missing, there a rhyme; Then undue flourish grieves them. Full eagerly they strive and toil Until the turf receives them. My song of solitude I sing, With all its many errors; 'T is for myself and for my God: The critic hath no terrors. Therefore, kind friends, strive not to teach Me learning's strict rules narrow; The nightingale's notes do not ask From throat of northern sparrow. Yet thanks I give for fame and praise, With all their fleeting glitter; From practice as a cook, I know The laurel's leaf is bitter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVY OF OTHER PEOPLE'S POEMS by ROBERT HASS THE NINETEENTH CENTURY AS A SONG by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: TIME IS FILLED by LYN HEJINIAN OXOTA: A SHORT RUSSIAN NOVEL: CHAPTER 192 by LYN HEJINIAN LET ME TELL YOU WHAT A POEM BRINGS by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA JUNE JOURNALS 6/25/88 by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA FOLLOW ROZEWICZ by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA HAVING INTENDED TO MERELY PICK ON AN OIL COMPANY, THE POEM GOES AWRY by HICOK. BOB |
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