MY friend holds careless in his palm A glittering stone. He does not know a jewel rare Is all his own. But in its flashing lights I see A diamond shine, And though he holds it in his hand, The gem is mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MINOR POET by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SPOKEN AT A CASTLE GATE by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |