Scattered Moluccas Not knowing, day to day, The first day's end, in the next noon; The placid water Unbroken by the Simoon; Thick foliage Placid beneath warm suns, Tawn fore-shores Washed in the cobalt of oblivions; Or through dawn-mist The gray and rose Of the juridical Flamingoes; A consciousness disjunct, Being but this overblotted Series Of intermittences; Coracle of Pacific voyages, The unforecasted beach; Then on an oar Read this: "I was And I no more exist; Here drifted An hedonist." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BROTHER AND SISTER by MARY ANN EVANS CLEVER TOM CLINCH GOING TO BE HANGED by JONATHAN SWIFT THE HEART OF THE WOMAN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ISAIAH: FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WILDERNESS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |