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...A DECANTER OF MADEIRA, AGED 86, TO GEORGE BANCROFT, AGED 86 by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS: TROY by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS CHANNING by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT OF SIR PHILIP SIDNEY by JOHN BEAUMONT THE CORDWRIGHT'S SONG by AUGUSTE DE BELLOY ROSETTE by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER |