Every simile is elegy, Resolving in eternal principles. The axioms are natural, the rules Are sentimental. Habit animates The animate, shapely patternings Accumulate, more awkward to shoulder than trees. Though not for fear now, images demure. The lines descend like snow-blind mountaineers. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SYNCOPATED CAKEWALK by CLARENCE MAJOR THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW DESIRE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL ON CARPACCIO'S PICTURE: THE DREAM OF ST. URSALA; SONNET by AMY LOWELL |