Like a Bulrush

Or the spike

of a channel marker or the

moon, he superintended the demolition of his image in

the water by the wind; he did not strike

 

them at the

time as being different from

any other inhabitant of the water; it was as if he

were a seal in the combined livery

 

of bird plus

snake; it was as if he knew that

the penguins were not fish and as if in their bat blindness, they did not

realize that he was amphibious.

From Observations (The Dial Press, 1924) by Marianne Moore. This poem is in the public domain.