Rather notice, mon cher, that the moon is tilted above the point of the steeple than that its color is shell-pink. Rather observe that it is early morning than that the sky is smooth as a turquoise. Rather grasp how the dark converging lines of the steeple meet at the pinnacle -- perceive how its little ornament tries to stop them -- See how it fails! See how the converging lines of the hexagonal spire escape upward -- receding, dividing! -- sepals that guard and contain the flower! Observe how motionless the eaten moon lies in the protecting lines. It is true: in the light colors of morning brown-stone and slate shine orange and dark blue. But observe the oppressive weight of the squat edifice! Observe the jasmine lightness of the moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET A MAN'S VOCATION IS NOBODY'S BUSINESS by JAMES GALVIN EVERYBODY KNOWS by DAVID IGNATOW PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL |