Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNET: 30, by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE Poet's Biography First Line: You mean, my friend, you do not greatly care Last Line: Of days when I shall please your taste, my friend. Alternate Author Name(s): Knish, Anne Subject(s): Art & Artists; Beauty; Change; Friendship; Sonnet (as Literary Form) | ||||||||
You mean, my friend, you do not greatly care For these harsh portraits I have lately done? You like my old style better, like the rare Enamelled softness of that princess-one? True, this old woman, with the sunken throat Painted like cordage, is not sweet to view. Perhaps the blear whites of her eyes connote No element of loveliness to you. Ah yes, we all must love the sapphire lake, The rainbow, and the rose, but these alone? Or is there some slight wonder where pines shake On bare-ribbed mountain-peaks of shattered stone? So these disturb? I fear this is the end Of days when I shall please your taste, my friend. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAS THAT REALLY A SONNET? by ANSELM HOLLO RETICENT SONNET by ANNE CARSON SONNET: OF THREE GIRLS AND OF THEIR TALK by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO WHAT THE SONNET IS by EUGENE JACOB LEE-HAMILTON ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: THE SONNET (INTRODUCTION) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LOREINE: A HORSE by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE |
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