Mina Loy


Moreover, The Moon --- - Poem by Mina Loy

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Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.

Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.

Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,

touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles

Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.


Comments about Moreover, The Moon --- by Mina Loy

  • Brian Jani (5/4/2014 11:54:00 AM)


    I like how you wrote this poem Mina (Report) Reply

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  • (1/18/2007 10:52:00 PM)


    white-hot. chocolate. cause it's that good.

    SusxGLx
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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