In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.
Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.
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The first stanza, I believe, he is saying that he writes not for praise or for money, but to tell of what lay within the heart. The second stanza is another comparison between the writing and the grief of the heart for being the reason he writes.
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From guest Moslem Shah (contact)
man, i need to know what he means by all that. i really cant figure it out well. please help.
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