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Moon
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“The astronomers tell us that other planets are gifted with two — four — even nine lavish moons. Imagine the romantic possibilities of nine moons.”
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“Tonight I saw the marred and frosted moon. / It sat high in the bare sky over / your naked shoulder ... ”
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“The moon develops the imagination, as chemicals develop photographic images. ”
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“The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.”
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“The moon had the old moon in her arms ... ”
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“The moon shone like herrings in the water.”
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“There is a star that runs very fast, / That goes pulling the moon / Through the tops of the poplars.”
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“The moon is at her crystal window / Spinning and weaving ...”
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“The summer moon hung full in the sky. For the time being it was the great fact of the world.”
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“I saw the radiant Queen of Night / Walking in brightness through the sky ...”
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“I am convinced that the first lyric poem was written at night, and that the moon was witness to the event and that the event was witness to the moon. For me, the moon has always been the very embodiment of lyric poetry.”
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“The moon rides like a girl through a topaz town.”
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“In the window, the moon is hanging over the earth, / meaningless but full of messages. / It's dead, it's always been dead, / but it pretends to be something else, / burning like a star, and convincingly, so that you feel sometimes / it could actually make something grow on earth.”
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“The moon spins her net around everything that is sick, / the full moon comes and gathers it one beautiful night.”
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“You moon, have you done something wrong in heaven / That God has hidden your face?”
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“I consulted the moon / like a crystal ball.”
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“The moon lives in the all the alone places / all alone.”
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“... the Moon, mute arbitress of tides ...”
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“Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill, / In the dawn clouds flying, / How good to go, light into light, and still / Giving light, dying.”
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“O transient voyager of heaven! / O silent sign of winter skies!”
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“The moon is a fish that swims underwater in the daytime.”
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“I don't like what the moon is supposed to do. / Confuse me, ovulate me, / spoon-feed me longing. A kind of ancient/ date-rape drug. So I'll howl at you, moon, / I'm angry.”
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“Watching the moon / at midnight, / solitary, mid-sky, / I knew myself completely, / no part left out.”
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“Tonight I saw the marred and frosted moon. / It sat high in the bare sky over / your naked shoulder ...”
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“No rest — no dark. / Hour after hour that passionless bright face / Climbs up the desolate blue.”
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“Moonlight lined the windowsills like a fall of snow.”
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“O, look at the moon! / She is shining up there; / O, Mother, she looks / Like a lamp in the air.”
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“I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.”
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“I ain't had no lovin' since January, February, June or July ...”
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“What is the moonlight to me? / An infinite rest; / The subtle and sweet melody / Of song unexpressed.”
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“The half-moon hangs above the pines like the ear of God.”
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“The moon / waning or waxing / a sliver set / like a cradle / a thin suggestion, / the lit edge / of porcelain.”
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“The moon came up, yellow as a prairie cowslip.”
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“Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.”
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“I walk under the sickle moon / sharpened and new and whistling.”
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“The Desert has its own moon / which I have seen with my own eye / There is no flag on it.”
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“The moon grows layer on layer / across iced black water.”
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“The moon. There's no other moon like one on a clear New Mexico night. It rises over the Sandias and soothes the miles and miles of barren desert with all the quiet whiteness of a first snow.”
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“I gazed upon the cloudless moon, / And loved her all the night, / Till morning came and radiant noon, / And I forgot her light --”
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