By Stanley Moss b. 1925 Stanley Moss
I have not used my darkness well,
nor the Baroque arm that hangs from my shoulder,   
nor the Baroque arm of my chair.   
The rain moves out in a dark schedule.   
Let the wind marry. I know the creation   
continues through love. The rain’s a wife.   
I cannot sleep or lie awake. Looking   
at the dead I turn back, fling
my hat into their grandstands for relief.   
How goes a life? Something like the ocean   
building dead coral.

Stanley Moss, “Squall” from A History of Color: New and Collected Poems. Reprinted with the permission of Seven Stories Press, www.sevenstories.com.

Source: A History of Color: New and Collected Poems (Seven Stories Press, 2003)

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Poet Stanley Moss b. 1925

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

Subjects Time & Brevity, Nature, Living, Weather

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Stanley Moss was educated at Trinity College (Connecticut) and Yale University and makes his living as a private art dealer, specializing in Spanish and Italian Old Masters. As a child he visited Europe with his family, and after serving in World War II he taught English in Barcelona and Rome, where he became familiar with the religious and mythical figures that appear in his work.

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SUBJECT Time & Brevity, Nature, Living, Weather

POET’S REGION U.S., Mid-Atlantic

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