Obedient as a bundle,
parked in your careful shawls,
you will not fall
into the exertions
of the earth under you,
having spilled,
on your way to becoming,
your skill in Being.
Sunlight excessively
illumines your deep eyelids
domed awnings
over the somnolent
reluctance of your sight—
inverted cups
of mortal ivory,
almost emptied.
I am busy working to bring Mina Loy's "Idiot Child on a Fire-Escape" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Mina Loy's life and contributions to literature.
Check back soon to experience how "Idiot Child on a Fire-Escape" transforms when verse meets melody—a unique journey that makes poetry accessible, engaging, and profoundly moving in new ways.
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