To be an ape in little of the mountain-making mother <br />Like swarthy Cheops, but my own hands <br />For only slaves, is a far sweeter toil than to cut <br />Passions in verse for a sick people. <br />I'd liefer bed one boulder in the house-wall than be the time's <br />Archilochus: we name not Homer: who now <br />Can even imagine the fabulous dawn when bay-leaves (to a blind <br />Beggar) were not bitter in the teeth? <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Holt<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-building-with-stone/
