This poem is taken from PN Review 94, Volume 20 Number 2, November - December 1993.
In Praise of AnonymityI think now of the Middle Ages when
Some clever men carved perfect gargoyles or,
In Chartres for instance, God creating man
Somewhere high up where few could see the pure
Creative fervour. No-one signed his name
But was content to work with the reward
Of money only. No dark need for fame
Shadowed those artists. Their deft minds were stored
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