I say now, Fernando, that on that day The mind roamed as a moth roams, Among the blooms beyond the open sand; And that whatever noise the motion of the waves Made on the sea-weeds and the covered stones Disturbed not even the most idle ear. Then it was that that monstered moth Which had lain folded against the blue And the colored purple of the lazy sea, And which had drowsed along the bony shores, Shut to the blather that the water made, Rose up besprent and sought the flaming red Dabbled with yellow pollen--red as red As the flag about the old caf??-- And roamed there all the stupid afternoon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANCIONEROS: 2 by CRISTOBAL DE CASTILLEJO VERSES ON SEEING IN AN ALBUM A SKETCH OF AN OLD GATEWAY by BERNARD BARTON TO A MISSIONARY, WHO ATTENDED ... MEETING OF BIBLE SOCIETY by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WORDS ARE NEVER ENOUGH by CHARLES TORY BRUCE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 4 by THOMAS CAMPION THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 8 by THOMAS CAMPION TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. NOT OF MYSELF by EDWARD CARPENTER |