What am I after all but a child, pleas'd with the sound of my own name? repeating it over and over; I stand apart to hear -- it never tires me. To you your name also; Did you think there was nothing but two or three pronunciations in the sound of your name? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DAVIS MATLOCK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 5 by CONRAD AIKEN CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL BATTLE OF BRITAIN by CECIL DAY LEWIS TO MARY CHURCH TERRELL - LECTURER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PENNIWIT, THE ARTIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |