STUFF of the moon Runs on the lapping sand Out to the longest shadows. Under the curving willows, And round the creep of the wave line, Fluxions of yellow and dusk on the waters Make a wide dreaming pansy of an old pond in the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE ECSTASY by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PLANTATION BACCHANAL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE AWAKENING RIVER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND THE CHAM TOWERS AT DA NANG by KAREN SWENSON |