An Octopus (Marianne Moore Poems)
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat,it lies "in grandeur and in mass"beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes;dots of cyclamen-red and ...
Wherever I travel Greece wounds me.On Pelion among the chestnut trees the Centaur's shirtslipped through the leaves to fold around ...
Prodigal landscape scouted its three greatspecies down from skyfall, rigged centerpieceto rational memory, though remissin clouded winter. The members, spatulatefor ...
OR THE FLOWER OF THE WILDERNESS. Here, on the arid ridge Of dead Vesuvius, Exterminator terrible, That by no other ...
To the memory of John Peale Bishop, 1892-1944Attor porsi la mano un poco avante,e colsi un ramicel da un gran ...
To whom do I send this fresh little bookof wit, just polished off with dry pumice?To you, Cornelius: since you ...
The wind off the ocean after the hurricane Like pumice in the air eating my skin Turning away, from the ...
Smooth glass, clear, or in the prism's spectrum Cool of polished marble in Washington's monuments smooth of a baby's skin, ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
This coral's hape ecohes the hand It hollowed. Its Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice, As your breast in my ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
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