This poem is an epigram. It?s about an ancient craftsman making some sort of magic charm. It?s really a metaphor for poetry itself.

The Goldsmith

To stay anxiety I engrave this gold,
Shaping an amulet whose edges hold
A little space of order: where I find,
Suffused with light, a dwelling for the mind.

from New and Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2012), ? Clive Wimer 2012, used by permission of the author and the publisher

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