Marianne Moore

(November 15, 1887 – February 5, 1972 / Kirkwood, Missouri)

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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.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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