From Sonnets From Later Life 1981 – 1993. 17 January 1992
Sonnet for Praiseby Kenneth BouldingCosts we know fairly well, but benefitsAre vague, obscure. Money, we must confess,Has a nice quality of more or less,Even when in a distant bank it sits.But the net worth of praise takes all our witsTo calculate; and it is hard to guessWhat people mean by honors, when they dressThem up in gowns, hoods, calligraphic writs.Perhaps the best reward is just a smileA flash of recognition of a passer-by,The handshake in a warm and friendly style.Yet all these fade before the satisfactionOf turnings one’s potential into action.
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