Look here, the Potter of Clay
\nis a miracle man of mud,
\nwho all day spins and spins
\nuntil the day is done,
\nand down, down comes the sun.<\/p>\n
With earthen hands, the miracle man
\nthrows whate’er you desire.
\nFrom his porcelain thigh he cuts,
\nwith a taut and steely wire,
\nand fingers that never tire.<\/p>\n
A figured vase, a hiding place,
\na bowl or cup or pot,
\nfrom his very own clay he builds
\nwhat a Potter of Man could not\u2014
\nfor his very own clay he has got.<\/p>\n
A cupboard for a casket
\nhas he earned, that Potter of Clay:
\nfor his head, his breast, his limbs,
\nin saucers have gone astray,
\nand the Potter has wasted away.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Charlie Sharp Look here, the Potter of Clay is a miracle man of mud, who all day spins and spins until the day is done, and down, down comes the sun. With earthen hands, the miracle man throws whate’er you desire. From his porcelain thigh he cuts, with a taut and steely wire, and fingers… <\/p>\n