The Vanity of the Dragonfly Poem by Nancy Willard

The Vanity of the Dragonfly

Rating: 4.3


The dragonfly at rest on the doorbell—
too weak to ring and glad of it,
but well mannered and cautious,
thinking it best to observe us quietly
before flying in, and who knows if he will find
the way out? Cautious of traps, this one.
A winged cross, plain, the body straight
as a thermometer, the old glass kind
that could kill us with mercury if our teeth
did not respect its brittle body. Slim as an eel
but a solitary glider, a pilot without bombs
or weapons, and wings clear and small as a wish
to see over our heads, to see the whole picture.
And when our gaze grazes over it and moves on,
the dragonfly changes its clothes,
sheds its old skin, shriveled like laundry,
and steps forth, polished black, with two
circles buttoned like epaulettes taking the last space
at the edge of its eyes.

Saturday, June 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: vanity
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mizzy ........ 16 September 2016

Extremely descriptive.....Interesting similes....nicely penned!

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M Asim Nehal 20 July 2016

Nice poem, great flow, I enjoyed it thanks for sharing.

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Edward Kofi Louis 16 September 2016

Too weak to ring! ! Nice work.

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 16 September 2016

the dragonfly changes its clothes, sheds its old skin, shriveled like laundry, and steps forth, polished black, with two circles buttoned like epaulettes taking the last space at the edge of its eyes. Beautiful poem on the varying colour of the dragon fly. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.

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John Richter 16 September 2016

Seeing a dragonfly as a bomber without bombs. I saw it well in these words! good poem

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Rajnish Manga 29 December 2018

Excellent portrayal of a Dragonfly. The poet's ability to see through its acts at microscopic level makes it a rare poetic marvelous. Thanks a lot. It reminds me of another outstanding poem on the same subject by Dr Geeta Radhakrishna Menon which I found to be equally captivating.

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Dr Antony Theodore 28 December 2018

when our gaze grazes over it and moves on, the dragonfly changes its clothes, sheds its old skin, shriveled like laundry, great imagination.

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Savita Tyagi 28 December 2018

Beautiful poem on on fascinating dragonfly. Enjoyed fully.

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Adrian Flett 28 December 2018

a pilot without bombs or weapons, and wings clear and small as a wish A true guide to poets the one that has metamorphism as one of its skills as well as gentle ways

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Edward Kofi Louis 28 December 2018

Cautious of traps! Thanks for sharing.

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