The Sculptor
A blank block of granite—
impassive, impartial;
an empty page.
Chopping out chunks of it—
imperfect in form,
complete in his mind.
Carefully chiseling it,
(cutting and chipping, routing and clipping)
improving rough places,
(smoothing and rubbing, sanding and scrubbing)
perfecting detail.
Illuminating light;
imparting, impressive—
time bound in form.
2002
wheelsal commented on The Sculptor
07-20-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| No One Listens To Poets | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
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| Unfinished mss | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
| The Sculptor | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
| Writing Haiku | 1 | 05/28/2009 |
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| From Poet to Poet | 0 | 05/28/2009 |
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