O STIFFLY shapen houses that change not, What conjuror's cloth was thrown across you, and raised To show you thus transfigured, changed, Your stuff all gone, your menace almost rased? Such resolute shapes, so harshly set In hollow blocks and cubes deformed, and heaped In void and null profusion, how is this? In what strong aqua regia now are you steeped? That you lose the brick-stuff out of you And hover like a presentment, fading faint And vanquished, evaporate away To leave but only the merest possible taint! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE JURY DELIBERATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE TROPICS IN NEW YORK by CLAUDE MCKAY THE TWO MASKS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DECEMBER by ELIZABETH V. AUVACHE A MEMORY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |