The Paper Whale
Who does not wonder? Upon rotating clarity perhaps conferring
Such charms spell upon men
Plentitude’s folding clarion’s call!
Is there a notable softness? The shadows formed by lustrous surfaces Meet together fluidly
As water falls and returns, never Halfunda, always crisp but gentle, Speaking a term long and all obscure.
A creature can continuously dart Yet holding distance with you
As we drink on shining foam.
- Marianne Moore