So much depends on four butterflies waiting quietly on a stem, moving their wings slowly. I wish I had wings. 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...O DREAMS, O DESTINATIONS by CECIL DAY LEWIS A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE |