A GOLDWING moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk. Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire. The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPISTLE TO MISS TERESA BLOUNT, ON HER LEAVING THE TOWN by ALEXANDER POPE THE CITY OF DREADFUL NIGHT: 21 by JAMES THOMSON (1834-1882) THE ARTILLERYMAN'S VISION by WALT WHITMAN GRATITUDE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LINES WRITTEN ON WINDOWS OF THE GLOBE INN, DUMFRIES by ROBERT BURNS THE BELOVED STRANGER, SELECTIONS by WITTER BYNNER |