I Love My Thesaurus Poem by Vincent Bayer

I love my thesaurus.
What intricate tapestries
Of velvet vernacular
can be woven from her eloquent thread.
What golden mosaics
of linguistic loquaciousness,
What euphonious articulations,
What opulent orations,
Can be forged
From her expressive ore...

I love my thesaurus.
What erudite hieroglyphs of perception
Lie concealed in thy elegant syntax.
What polysyllabic pearls
Wait hidden in your nacreous depths.
What prolific phraseology,
What resplendent rhetoric
Lies waiting for the artists hand...