Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
On world's side there are a very few
Who do what gets done, who never doubt
That none of it is hero's work, or new,
Or much deserving public shout,
Who do it though it was done before,
Who knock, wait, stand and shiver
Outside the slammed and hateful door
That says No, that says again, Never.
One learns. The tempering of a tool
Comes first, the heat, the cold; the thin
Edge of the blade last, a stony school.
Yet ground and yet dull is a chagrin
Nothing will heal but again the hammer,
So to be made perfect in the sight
Of One Who wearied through the grammar
Of love, and still had appetite.