I would not paint - a picture - I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell - delicious - on - And wonder how the fingers feel Who rare - celestial - stir - Evokes so sweet a Torment - Such sumptuous - Despair - I would not talk, like Cornets - I'd rather be the One Raised softly to the Ceilings - And out, and easy on - Through Villages of Ether - Myself endued Balloon By but a lip of Metal - The pier to my Pontoon - Nor would I be a Poet - It's finer - own the Ear - Enamored - impotent - content - The License to revere, A privilege so awful What would the Dower be, Had I the Art to stun myself With Bolts of Melody! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIVE AND HELP LIVE by EDWIN MARKHAM THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE SELLING HER ENGAGEMENT RING by KAREN SWENSON TREKKING THE HILLS OF NORTHERN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON A SOLDIER LISTENS by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER APRIL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |