Yule — Yul log for the Christmas-fire tale-spinner — of fairy tales that can come true: Yul Brynner. - Marianne Moore

You know I don't really understand much of my poetry myself. Of course, I was convinced I understood it when I wrote it !

« No water so still as the
dead fountains of Versailles ». No swan,
with swart blind look askance
and gondoliering legs, so fine
as the chintz china one with fawn-
brown eyes and toothed gold
collar on to show whose bird it was.

Lodged in the Louis Fifteenth
candelabrum-tree of cockscomb-
tinted buttons, dahlias,
sea-urchins, and everlastings,
it perches on the branching foam
of polished sculpture
flowers - at ease and tall. The king is dead.

Omissions are not accidents.