Author Anne Reeve Aldrich The potter with his clay does what he will: Elects one shape to honor, one to shame. So far, so just; but for the fouler shape The potter, not the vessel, is to blame. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments