~ Marianne Moore
I don’t like diamonds;
the emerald’s “grass-lamp glow” is better;
and unobtrusiveness is dazzling,
upon occasion.
Poets, don’t make a fuss;
the elephant’s “crooked trumpet” “doth write”;
and to a tiger-book I am reading–
I think you know the one–
I am under obligation.
One may be pardoned, yes I know
one may, for love undying.