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...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NOT TRANSHISTORICAL DEATH, OR AT LEAST NOT QUITE by HAYDEN CARRUTH SAVORING THE PAST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FRANCIS II, KING OF NAPLES; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE RAINY SEASON by CLARENCE MAJOR BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHARLOTTE CORDAY (REVOLUTIONARY TRIBUNAL, JULY 17, 1793) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |