Wrinkles Poem by John Bannister Tabb

Wrinkles



This, biting Frost-this, branding Sun-
This, Wind or drenching Rain hath done:
Each perfecting the Sculptor's plan
Upon the godlike image, Man.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: rain,wind
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