Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MY ART, by GAMALIEL BRADFORD First Line: My prose is for others Last Line: To sing is my art. Subject(s): Poetry & Poets | ||||||||
My prose is for others, My songs for myself. The slow dust that smothers My poems on the shelf Inflicts on my haughty And insolent nerves The treatment such naughty Exposure deserves. My prose is decorous, Or strips other men, Discretely sonorous On things that have been. My verse tears he curtain From shuddering me, Pale, haggard, uncertain, As souls should not be. My prose is large, sunny, And pleasant to touch; It brings me some money, Though, damn it, not much. My verse bares my pocket As well as my heart; Yet, love it or mock it, To sing is my art. | 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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