Some construct cathedrals, Empires, sonnets, jokes; You, ingenious Gibson, Manufacture -- folks. Through your pencil's magic Girls are growing tall, Modelled on your drawings, Haughty looks and all. Faithfully their lovers Follow copy too -- Tall, blase, athletic, Best the lads can do. Haughtiness and ennui, Gibson, I'll forgive: Keep on drawing giants, Giants that will live! Guerdon of your labors Amply worth the while, This: that strength 's in fashion, And good health the style! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GENERAL PUBLIC by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES SONGS FOR TWO SEASONS: 1. AFTER GRAVE ILLNESS by CAROL FROST AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |