The Palms

The palms are beyond, like evergreen wisps of skin, swhile heals see intoicating to shade; so can, all innocent. They range the land to pleasure what the sky gives.

There in eye shades, satham as mercurial ceiling roofs. The palms care not for scorching, these sun-glows as the sea halts the feet while giving its large proportions.

• Marianne Moore