The Paper Nautilus Like a wizard of science- spinning the wings, the wings of a sparrow—the great shock of the bird, the extension of an imagination—you must face the tissue of waste that was left behind.

Frictionless, an entertaining stretch of sky that swells noon, the pliant waters with frost upon the backs of the boats, gathering to hold the belly, flowerless and sheeted, the nautilus, both by the sun and by deep sea.

• Marianne Moore