<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358608" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Carver</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">See, as the carver carves a rose, <br>A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, <br>In cruel granite, to disclose <br>The soft things that in hardness lie, <br>So this one, taking up his heart, <br>Which time and change had made a stone, <br>Carved out of it with dolorous art, <br>Laboring yearlong and alone, <br>The thing there hidden—rose, toad, wing? <br>A frog's hand on a lily pad? <br>Bees in a cobweb?—no such thing! <br>A girl's head was the thing he had, <br>Small, shapely, richly crowned with hair, <br>Drowsy, with eyes half closed, as they <br>Looked through you and beyond you, clear <br>To something farther than Cathay: <br>Saw you, yet counted you not worth <br>The seeing, thinking all the while <br>How, flower-like, beauty comes to birth; <br>And thinking this, began to smile. <br>Medusa! For she could not see <br>The world she turned to stone and ash. <br>Only herself she saw, a tree <br>That flowered beneath a lightning-flash. <br>Thus dreamed her face—a lovely thing <br>To worship, weep for, or to break . . . <br>Better to carve a claw, a wing, <br>Or, if the heart provide, a snake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Conrad+Potter+Aiken">Conrad Potter Aiken</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358608" data-title="The Carver de Conrad Potter Aiken" data-description="See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The soft things that in hardness lie, So this one, taking up his heart, Which time and change had made a stone, Carved out of it with dolorous a..."></div> </div> </div>

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