Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea But sad mortality o’er-sways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower? O, how shall summer’s honey breath hold out Against the wrackful siege of batt’ring days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, NorContinue reading “Sonnet 65: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea”

An Octopus – Poetry

By Marianne Moore of ice. Deceptively reserved and flat, it lies ‘in grandeur and in mass’ beneath a sea of shifting snow-dunes; dots of cyclamen-red and maroon on its clearly defined pseudo-podia made of glass that will bend–a much needed invention– comprising twenty-eight ice-fields from fifty to five hundred feet thick, of unimagined delicacy. ‘PickingContinue reading “An Octopus – Poetry”