Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 8, by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH Poem Explanation Poet's Biography First Line: You were not born to hide such gifts as yours Last Line: Like harlequin, and makes his jests his trade. Subject(s): Fate; Genius; Destiny | ||||||||
You were not born to hide such gifts as yours 'Neath dreary law-books, nor amid the dust And dry routine of desks to sit and rust Where clerks plod through their tasks on office-floors. Let duller laborers drudge through daily chores, And do what fate for them makes fit and just. You bravely do your work because you must; And when released, your genius sings and soars. Such humor from your pen hath ever run In pictures or in letters all unforced, As Hogarth, Lamb, or Dickens might have done; Finer than many a noted wit, who, horsed Upon the people's favor, waves his blade Like Harlequin, and makes his jests his trade. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE CORRESPONDENCES; HEXAMETERS AND PENTAMETERS by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |
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