excertos da sequência "The Old Dominion" de Marianne Moore, escolhas de Inês Morais

Do poema "Virginia Britannia":

Pale sand edges England’s Old

Dominion. The air is soft, warm, hot,

above the cedar-dotted emerald shore

known to the redbird,

the red-coated musketeer,

the trumpet-flower, the cavalier,

the parson, and the

wild parishioner. A deer-

track in a church-floor

brick, and a fine pavement-

tomb with engraved top, remain.

The now tremendous vine-en-

compassed hackberry

starred with the ivy-flower,

shades the church tower.

And “a great sinner lyeth here” under

the sycamore.

Do poema "Bird-Witted":

With innocent wide penguin eyes, three

large fledgling mocking-birds below

the pussy-willow tree,

stand in a row,

wings touching, feebly solemn,

till they see

their no longer larger

mother bringing

something which will partially

one of them.

Do poema "Half Deity"

It was not Oberon, but

this quietest wind with piano replies,

 the zhephyr, whose detachment was enough

to tempt the fiery tiger horse to stand,

eyes staring skyward and chest arching

bravely out – historic metamorphoser

and saintly animal

in India, in Egypt, anywhere.

Their talk was as strange as my grandmother’s muff.

E do poema "The Pangolin":

Bedizened or stark

naked, man, the self, the being

we call human, writing-

master to the world, griffons a dark

‘Like does not like like that is

obnoxious’…

            Not afraid of anything is he

            and then goes cowering forth, tread paced

            to meet an obstacle

at every step.