Sumptuous Fabric with
Bl♦ck Di♦monds
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
A copper-breasted pheasant shifts from claw
To claw up on the autumn branch. The cold
Of evening settles down upon him. Raw
November presses near him with its scold
Of harshness. Colored majesty much more
Than gold, though golden feathers are a part
Of him, he is as if Jehovah swore
To force each eye that ever sees him smart
Because resplendence like this beggars shock.
His iridescence runs the gamut from
Perfection’s brass and purple to the schlock
Of vulgar tastelessness. He is the sum
Of gorgeousness in patterns and in tints
And hues on royal satin silky chintz.
