10 Best Famous Optician Poems

Here is a collection of the top 10 all-time best famous Optician poems. This is a select list of the best famous Optician poetry. Reading, writing, and enjoying famous Optician poetry (as well as classical and contemporary poems) is a great past time. These top poems are the best examples of optician poems.

• All Famous Optician Poems

 What do you see now? 
Globes of red, yellow, purple. 
Just a moment! And now? 
My father and mother and sisters. 
Yes! And now? 
Knights at arms, beautiful women, kind faces. 
Try this. 
A field of grain—a city. 
Very good! And now? 
A young woman with angels bending over her. 
A heavier lens! And now? 
Many women with bright eyes and open lips. 
Try this. 
Just a goblet on a table. 
Oh I see! Try this lens! 
Just an open space—I see nothing in particular. 
Well, now! 
Pine trees, a lake, a summer sky. 
That’s better. And now? 
A book. 
Read a page for me. 
I can’t. My eyes are carried beyond the page. 
Try this lens. 
Depths of air. 
Excellent! And now? 
Light, just light, making everything below it a toy world. 
Very well, we’ll make the glasses accordingly.

 Talent is what they say 
you have after the novel 
is published and favorably 
reviewed. Beforehand what 
you have is a tedious 
delusion, a hobby like knitting. 

Work is what you have done 
after the play is produced 
and the audience claps. 
Before that friends keep asking 
when you are planning to go 
out and get a job. 

Genius is what they know you 
had after the third volume 
of remarkable poems. Earlier 
they accuse you of withdrawing, 
ask why you don't have a baby, 
call you a bum. 

The reason people want M.F.A.'s, 
take workshops with fancy names 
when all you can really 
learn is a few techniques, 
typing instructions and some-
body else's mannerisms 

is that every artist lacks 
a license to hang on the wall 
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you're certified a dentist.

The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.