sons of his palace were shy who witness rays from the small face these to be here at this table the king cuts grooves from his ring in be pleased with this meeting this center of powers all wingd to bring joy to it now is his hour of peace without anger draw near me thou see my companions be night without judgment those dogs wild with @3chutzpah@1 keep out may not enter but send for Ancient of Days exchanging the jewel in his forehead his peace as he sees it releases the light from the shells & will flow with it into each orifice these will conceal under domes will be here in praise of the evening a poem for the small face Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN THE SMALLISH SON by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY MURRAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: THE CONVENT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS OCTAVES: 15 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |