LXXV: Deafness
If I should cast my hands upon a work
which I had thought would be a meaning thing,
and find that all my fellows’ faces smirk,
it’s that I fear—reception is the sting.
A woeful man strove very hard to build
a finely craft for someone close to keep,
but saw that disappointment had distilled
in him for whom he worked—no joy was reaped.
A day of many strifes and t…
