THE IDOL.
Brown, proud and flawless,
wordless and passionless,
you stand on the shelf,
on the pedestal I built for you-
an idol in the christian house
Curved polished and oiled
primed and perfect,
you came to my life
A goddess to who I offer
My first and my last prayer.
Serene and silent,
You stand on your pedestal,
aloof and alone
Too high above the tears I shed
for the love that was not
too far beyond the reach of arms
that rise in mute prayer
and beg to be released
From the hold
of eyes too blind for tears
And heart too stern
For pity.
INTERPRETATION.
The poem is about praise for beauty, although the persona in these poem is crying for their lover who left them, simply the poet is trying to pass out the theme of beauty through praising their loved ones.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness; but still will keep a bower quiet for us.