• "Hibiscus on the Sleeping Shores" by Wallace Stevens (1921)
  • I say now, Fernando, that on that day
  • The mind roamed as a moth roams,
  • Among the blooms beyond the open sand;
  • And that whatever noise the motion of the waves
  • Made on the seaweeds and the covered stones
  • Disturbed not even the most idle ear.
  • Then it was that that monstered moth
  • Which had lain folded against the blue
  • And the colored purple of the lazy sea,
  • And which had drowsed along the bony shores,
  • Shut to the blather that the water made,
  • Rose up bespent and sought the flaming red
  • Dabbled with yellow pollen - red as red
  • As the flag above the old cafe ---
  • And roamed there all the stupid afternoon.
  • "Hibiscus on the Sleeping Shores" by Wallace Stevens (1921)
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