Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

AMY K . CLARKE . * THE “ VENUS DE MILO ." The SCULPTOR SPEAKS. N OTHING of strange , or exquisite , or rare , No tortured limbs, or godlike pose , for me . Doubtless their work was good ; I found it fair But knew my masters — and I let them be . I wrought unbidden , without hope of fame , Such simple work as our plain fathers knew , Content with little honour , and a name Unlauded . Thus my patience reaps its due ; A woman , weary from the vineyard , rests Her laden basket on the plinth , and now Before my Aphrodite stays and sighs , Something of Woman finding in the breasts I made adoring — on the eternal brow Strong contemplation , as of seaward eyes . *" VISION OF HIM .” THROUGH the Uncreated , Unfelt , Untrod , Breathed for a moment Sorrow of God .