PORTRAIT OF AN ARTIST

I have been given eyes

Which are neither foolish nor wise,

Seeing through joy or pain

Beauty alone remain.

I have been given an ear

Which catches nothing clear,

But only along the day

A Song stealing away.

My feet and hands never could

Do anything evil or good:

Instead of these things,

A swift mouth that sings.

Shepherd Singing Ragtime, and Other Poems · 第 13 / 32 题