I say now, Fernando, that on that day The mind roamed as a moth roams, Among the blooms beyond the open sand; And that whatever noise the motion of the waves Made on the sea-weeds and the covered stones Disturbed not even the most idle ear. Then it was that that monstered moth Which had lain folded against the blue And the colored purple of the lazy sea, And which had drowsed along the bony shores, Shut to the blather that the water made, Rose up besprent and sought the flaming red Dabbled with yellow pollen--red as red As the flag about the old caf??-- And roamed there all the stupid afternoon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WAR THAT ISN'T WHAT YOU THINK by JAMES GALVIN TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |