A GOLDWING moth is between the scissors and the ink bottle on the desk. Last night it flew hundreds of circles around a glass bulb and a flame wire. The wings are a soft gold; it is the gold of illuminated initials in manuscripts of the medieval monks. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEN AND NOW by CECIL DAY LEWIS STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PEACE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS RECESSIONAL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DILIGENCE IS TO MAGIC AS PROGRESS IS TO FLIGHT by MARIANNE MOORE |