The Eternal is sustained by serial metamorphosis, even so Beauty is metamorphosis surprises! Low in shadow of the El's arboreal iron some aerial, unbeknown eerie-form of dual mobility, having long wing, an unbelievable imp-fly soars trailing a horizonal gauze; trudges, urges, crouches; its knees' apexes, a roach's. Humanly sized a magnified imago towing in twofold progress nameless nostalgia through slush, enigma among gloom. As always, has a wisp of whiteness loveliness to lift the eyelids; to whisper of subvisual resources in the uncolor of the unknown. Across indefinite curbstones focus this creature of fictitious faery, this eccentric of traffic: after all the illicit insect is only a little girl- -a long white muslin curtain, tied to her pull-over, afloat from her, she pilots an ideal load taking a heavy child for a ride in a fragile, stalling doll's perambulator. The dilating wing billows from her shoulders the wondering of windows, mildews, as the soul does, penury with dream. Ponder this metamorphosis: Infancy's kidnap into Fantasia. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE THE EAGLE'S SONG by RICHARD MANSFIELD ONE CROWDED HOUR, FR. OLD MORTALITY by WALTER SCOTT MY NATIVE LAND by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER |