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 MAN TO BE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LITTLE PEOPLES by CLAUDE MCKAY THE KIND MOON by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE LANDSCAPES (FOR CLEMENT R. WOOD) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |