It's too much: this hard work -- All night chipping on the stone of sleep . . . And then to wake in the morning And find only the old, known, Statue of solitude -- Hardly changed at all . . . Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM by THOMAS WYATT THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD IN THE GALLERY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BLIND LEGION by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CAELIA: SONNETS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE CHARITY BALL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |