Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is tilted above the point of the steeple than that its color is shell-pink. Rather observe that it is early morning than that the sky is smooth as a turquoise. Rather grasp how the dark converging lines of the steeple meet at the pinnacle -- perceive how its little ornament tries to stop them -- See how it fails! See how the converging lines of the hexagonal spire escape upward -- receding, dividing! -- sepals that guard and contain the flower! Observe how motionless the eaten moon lies in the protecting lines. It is true: in the light colors of morning brown-stone and slate shine orange and dark blue. But observe the oppressive weight of the squat edifice! Observe the jasmine lightness of the moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SESTINA OF THE TRAMP ROYAL by RUDYARD KIPLING THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE I HAVE SEEN THE STARS AGAIN by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS INSPIRATION by GRACE HOLBROOK BLOOD BENEDICITE by ANNA CALLENDER BRACKETT THERE HE GOES by BERTON BRALEY PIPPA AND HER FLOWERS by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE AD CHLOEN, M.A.; FRESH FROM HER CAMBRIDGE EXAMINATION by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |