YOU truthful, cynical old box, You've nobly stood your share of knocks. I know a dozen fellows Who'd turn a brilliant envy-green To see some things that you have seen Within your dear old bellows. No doubt you've winked your glassy eye At my mistakes, and wondered why I made such startling mixtures, -- A house, for instance, on a chair; A vision posing in mid-air; One film for two sweet pictures. You furnished me the words, the guise, To interest two hazel eyes With work you did in Cairo. That led to many a warm debate On which is better for a plate, -- Eikonogen or Pyro. You doubtless had a quiet laugh When two went out to photograph, And never once unstrapped you; Or stood you up against a tree, Amidst the rarest scenery, And never once uncapped you. At last you thought me mad, I'm sure, To specialize in portraiture! . . . . . As science goes, you did your part; But Love has done what you could not: And clear, defined, without a spot, A picture grew within my heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE FLOWER BOAT by ROBERT FROST THE STARLING; SONNET by AMY LOWELL IN WALKED BUD WITH A PALETTE by CLARENCE MAJOR A CERTAIN POET ON THE DEBATES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |