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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE POTTERY MAKER, by CAREY YATES BUSBY First Line: Crouching dumb in caverns deep Last Line: The perfect song. Subject(s): Art & Artists; Artifacts; Clay; Pottery And Potters | |||
(The sacred corn jar of the Mandans is made by the oldest woman of the tribe in a dark cave where no human eye may see the making else the gods will break it apart.) Crouching dumb in caverns deep Where black bats brood or hang asleep And rock snakes crawl and lizards creep, I dream my song. Away from the Old Man's evil eye And the eyes of women that ceaselessly spy And the eyes of children that mock and cry, I mould my song. The Gods would break my work in three If human eyes my dream should see Till flames from ugly clay set free The perfect song. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACE JUGS: HOMAGE TO LANIER MEADERS by DAVID BOTTOMS POTTERY MAKER by MARGARET MARCHAND BROWN THE CONTRAST TO WATTS' HYMN 'THE POTTER AND THE CLAT' by JOHN BYROM CREATION by JULIA MAY COURTNEY THE FIRE VASE by NATHALIA CRANE MOMENT IN MARBLE by HORTENSE KING FLEXNER AWAKENING by KATE HASSELL REYNOLDS IN EARTHEN VESSELS by CHARLES WHARTON STORK SINGING HANDS by CAREY YATES BUSBY |
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