High up on a snowy peak, I carved a sonnet with a steel blade. Time passes. To this day, perhaps, The snows still bear my solitary mark. High up, where skies are ever blue, In the exhilarating clarity of winter, Only the sun to witness, as my knife Inscribed the poem in the jeweled berg. It makes me glad to think a poet Will understand me. And I hope that he Will never choose the valley's mass acclaim. High up, where skies are ever blue, I carved my sonnet in the midday sun - Only for those who occupy the peaks | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW-MADE HONOUR (IMITATED FROM MARTIAL) by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS A CHRISTMAS CAROL, SUNG TO THE KING IN THE PRESENCE AT WHITEHALL by ROBERT HERRICK THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER POLLY BE-EN UPZIDES WI' TOM by WILLIAM BARNES THE WATERS OF H. BAPTISME by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |