Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MOTH FOUND ON THE FLOOR, by EDNA M. BECKER First Line: Were I an entomologist Last Line: Your loveliness from casual eyes? Subject(s): Wings | ||||||||
Were I an entomologist, I'd call you by your proper name That's likely long and difficult, but now You're just a dead grey moth -- the grist Of circumstance. I touch your tame And quiet wings, and then allow Their spangled dust that lies like dew, Or pollen on a flower, to glint Upon my fingers -- spread your wings; Although they're drab and dull of hue, Upon them lies a patterned print Of intricate black stencilings That shows a master craftsman's ink. And here are hidden wings inside Of velvet black, and on each lies Surprisingly, two bars of radiant pink.... Who taught you wisdom, Moth, to hide Your loveliness from casual eyes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTATE SALE: THE SCRABBLE GAME OF A DEAD WOMAN by NAOMI SHIHAB NYE FREED FROM ANOTHER CONTEXT by ELEANOR WILNER THE BIRD IN THE LAUREL'S SONG by ELEANOR WILNER THE LITERAL = THE ABSTRACT: A DEMONSTRATION by ELEANOR WILNER |
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