INSPIRED, yet human in his aims alone, Servile to cold eternity he seemed When seeking to immortalize in stone Or frescoed walls, the visions he had dreamed; But more like God, who not for length of time, But the least part of His perpetual day, Creates things so precarious, so sublime, When once in most soul-sumptuous bravery. So tells tradition—Michael Angelo Made the superbest marble-group—of snow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO KNOW IN REVERIE THE ONLY PHENOMENOLOGY OF THE ABSOLUTE by HAYDEN CARRUTH KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON A SEA-SHORE GRAVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |