Sunday Poem ~

My Lantern

Marianne Moore, 18871972

The banners unfurled by the warden
Float
Up high in the air and sink down; the
Moat
Is black as a plume on a casque; my
Light,
Like a patch of high light on a flask, makes
Night
A gibbering goblin that bars the way-
So noisy, familiar, and safe by day.

 

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poems?field_occasion_tid=1501&field_poem_themes_tid=All&field_form_tid=All&page=1

This poem is in the public domain.

Living Life to the Best of Your Possibility

‘One can judge a nation by the way it treats its most vulnerable’ ~ Aristotle

Victoria Kaloss

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