A sonnet is a cameo, outwrought From banded stone by artist's careful skill, The while he carves the stone to suit his will It colors the expression of his thought. A sonnet is a tree that's trimmed and taught To grow in artificial shape, but still The pruning shears, controlling, cannot kill The pulse of life that turns to ways unsought. A fountain rising in a city mart; -- A garden flower that's trained against a wall; -- A form of beauty like Pygmalion's bride. The fountain keeps the sunshine in its heart; The garden flower has fragrant bloom for all; And Love gives Life in beauty, to abide. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ETHIOPIA SALUTING THE COLORS by WALT WHITMAN VINCENT VAN GOGH by HARRIET R. BEAN FAUN by ANGELO PHILIP BERTOCCI COMFORTERS by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN AMY'S CRUELTY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |