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.

(C) Marianne Moore
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Marianne Moore

• To A Snail
• A Talisman
• An Octopus
• Rosemary
• Poetry
• Marriage
• Nine Nectarines And Other Porcelain
• Roses Only
• The Paper Nautilus
• He "digesteth Harde Yron"
• His Shield
• No Swan So Fine
• Nevertheless
• To An Intra-mural Rat
• To A Steam Roller
• The Pangolin
• The Past Is The Present
• The Fish
• Silence
• He Made This Screen
• Peter