Oh, "What's in a name?" There is little I ween, In my autograph wherever 'tis seen, When compared with the names of the men who have made Success of their labors in tasks they've essayed. You can conjure with theirs, and the world will applaud, But mine's only known to myself and my God. Yet I hope and aspire to carve bold and strong A niche in the future by rhythmical song, And mayhap, my friend, posterity's fame Will accord its bright lustre to me and my name. So in hope of that day my own I'll append To the long list of poets which ne'er seems to end. I feel honored, I'm sure, by your kind request, And herewith inscribe my poor name with the rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOT SIX DIFFERENCES by MARVIN BELL THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET EMERGENCY HAYING by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY FOR THE INVESTITURE by CECIL DAY LEWIS SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |