Moon Poems
Coromandel Fishers
by Sarojini Naidu
Rise, brothers, rise; the wakening skies pray to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for we are the kings of the sea!
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the track of the sea gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother, the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide in his breast our lives.
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Litany
by Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
The crystal goblet and the wine...
-Jacques Crickillon
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
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Emergency Haying
by Hayden Carruth
Coming home with the last load I ride standing
on the wagon tongue, behind the tractor
in hot exhaust, lank with sweat,
my arms strung
awkwardly along the hayrack, cruciform.
Almost 5OO bales we've put up
this afternoon, Marshall and I.
And of course I think of another who hung
like this on another cross. My hands are torn
by baling twine, not nails, and my side is pierced
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Flesh And The Spirit, The
by Anne Bradstreet
In secret place where once I stood
Close by the Banks of Lacrim flood,
I heard two sisters reason on
Things that are past and things to come.
One Flesh was call'd, who had her eye
On worldly wealth and vanity;
The other Spirit, who did rear
Her thoughts unto a higher sphere.
"Sister," quoth Flesh, "what liv'st thou on
Nothing but Meditation?
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Silver
by Walter de la Mare
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in silver feathered sleep
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The Sole Witness
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Aiken Drum lived a very long time ago, in days of sweetest nostalgia,
And his parents told amazing stories; when rose danced with dahlia!
Aiken was captivated by the myths and the legends, waking fancies,
Notably the tale of the man in the moon; like pearls of night's ease!
In each telling, he feigned to be, the celebrated "man in the moon,"
As imagination rises from impetus, and hearing mind's whimsy tune.
Aiken Drum enjoyed fruits of friendship, and the ways summer flies;
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Sparkle
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
solitary moon
shining through stained window sash
rose in beveled glass
sparkling bloom in light
exuding magic powers
in the sleepless hours
golden times will come
in a cottage by the sea
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Bracelet of Stars
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Gems adorn orange moon, bracelet of stars
Sinks crimson sun. Bullfrogs, in twiggy marsh.
Swirling in space, stars chase opaline darkness,
On forever road, illuminated in hued sharpness.
Green is moonlit valley, sunset, star crowned,
When bracelet jingles, felt upon solid gound.
Burgundy Sunset
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Burning burgundy
sunset in the hot desert
Stars come fervently.
Yet, the cacti blooms appear
at the romance time of year.
Cherry charcoal skies
aswirl with rich, orange zest,
trails the western prize.
Cool desert moon of twilight
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Shroud of Dusk
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Dusk fell velvety maroon
when blue thrush whistled sharply,
at cool death of afternoon,
when teal stars glittered starkly.
In silk moon rays, green grass stirred;
and the red world turned darkly.
Natural beauty observed.
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William Butler Yeats (58 poems about Moon)
W.B. Yeats] (13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland -
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