Unit 5: Vocabulary from Readings

The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legs
Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote Heavens.

The white mares of the moon are all standing on their hind legs
Pawing at the green porcelain doors of the remote Heavens.

Fly, Mares!
Strain your utmost,
Scatter the milky dust of stars,
Or the tiger sun will leap upon you and destroy you
With one lick of his vermilion tongue.

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation
Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name:
His ineffable effable
Effanineffable
Deep and inscrutable singular Name.

Poets make pets of pretty, docile words

Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds,
Come to my hand

I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing

I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees,
Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land

From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips.

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me.
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion and sway like a boat.