LET'S TALK POETRY
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
READ THIS POEM OUT LOUD
He Made This Screen
Marianne Moore
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.
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