POEMS BY MARIANNE MOORE
"HE WROTE THE HISTORY BOOK," IT SAID
There! You shed a ray
of whimsicality on a mask of profundity so
terrific that I have been dumbfounded by
it oftener than I care to say.
The book? Titles are chaff.
of whimsicality on a mask of profundity so
terrific that I have been dumbfounded by
it oftener than I care to say.
The book? Titles are chaff.
Authentically
brief and full of energy, you contribute to your father's
legibility and are sufficiently
synthetic. Thank you for showing me
your father's autograph.
brief and full of energy, you contribute to your father's
legibility and are sufficiently
synthetic. Thank you for showing me
your father's autograph.
YOU ARE LIKE THE REALISTIC PRODUCT OF AN IDEALISTIC SEARCH FOR GOLD AT THE FOOT OF THE RAINBOW
Hid by the august foliage and fruit of the grape vine,
twine
your anatomy
round the pruned and polished stem,
chameleon.
Fire laid upon
an emerald as long as
the Dark King's massy
one,
could not snap the spectrum up for food as you have done.
twine
your anatomy
round the pruned and polished stem,
chameleon.
Fire laid upon
an emerald as long as
the Dark King's massy
one,
could not snap the spectrum up for food as you have done.
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