Poetry Friday - Be still. The thing that I have made is silent ...

Be still. The thing that I have made is silentand unmoving on the slab. Now coldand unimpressive, it will by the violentplay of forces fearful to beholdshortly be animate, and beautiful.They called me mad, and my experimentsobscene -- the fools! Is it so terribleto seek perfection? With the instrumentsof life, see now, I'll stimulate the heartand soon, if all proceeds without a hitch,my mother