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
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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