What's there to praise. In that vast library of long gone days Bound in the failed and fading leather Of ancient weather? To free what's trapped or bound Is my whole law and ground: Since it's myself I find Out on the rough roads travelling blind. Yet, for another's use, I bind what I let loose So others may make free Of those lost finds no longer use to me. 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...SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LIP AND THE HEART by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS ODES: BOOK 1. ODE 1. PREFACE by MARK AKENSIDE A SOCIETY MARTYR by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY LILIES: 2. MY SWORD by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |