Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET: 30, by ARTHUR DAVISON FICKE



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SONNET: 30, by                     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.





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