Poem by Marianne Moore

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.

1. Diligence Is to Magic as Progress Is to Flight
2. Reinforcements
3. You Are Like the Realistic Product of an Idealistic Search for Gold at the Foot of the Rainbow
4. Feed Me, Also, River God
5. To William Butler Yeats on Tagore

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