Tuesday, April 14, 2015

A Marianne Moore Poem



He Made This Screen


not of silver nor of coral,
but of weatherbeaten laurel.

Here, he introduced a sea
uniform like tapestry;

here, a fig-tree; there, a face;
there, a dragon circling space—

designating here, a bower;
there, a pointed passion-flower.


(1921)

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