It Cannot Be The Teapots
She is in love with the beautiful formlessness of the sea (Sylvia Plath)
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking
And hand in hand on the edge of the sand, they danced by the light of the moon
The moonlight crumbled to degenerate forms (Wallace Stevens)
On the Ning Nang Nong
They are more like stone than the sea would be if it stopped (Anne Sexton)
There is more than glass between the snow and the huge roses (Louis MacNeice)
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons (T.S. Eliot)
Look if you like, but you will have to leap (W. H. Auden)
Where the cows go Bong!
| Contributors: | F, (trad), N, Olson Blip, dkb. |
| Poem finished: | 13th September 2004 by N. |