Poets make pets of pretty, docile words: <br />I love smooth words, like gold-enamelled fish <br />Which circle slowly with a silken swish, <br />And tender ones, like downy-feathred birds: <br />Words shy and dappled, deep-eyed deer in herds, <br />Come to my hand, and playful if I wish, <br />Or purring softly at a silver dish, <br />Blue Persian kittens fed on cream and curds. <br /> <br />I love bright words, words up and singing early; <br />Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing; <br />Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees; <br />I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly, <br />Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, <br />Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.<br /><br />Elinor Morton Wylie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pretty-words/
