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A woman looks through a carved marble screen.
Her eyebrows are shaped like the crescent moon.
A woman thinks, where is the lover
who swore he would come at the crescent moon?
The Crown Prince of Japan decrees a contest
with prizes for the best haiku on the crescent moon.
Across Arabia, ten thousand horsemen
prepare to ride to battle for the crescent moon.
The runaway slave in the cypress swamp
follows to freedom the horns of the crescent moon.
Perhaps there is a kingdom of Faerie
whose king and queen sleep like stars in the crescent moon.
Perhaps it foretells a coming hurricane —
the downward curve of the crescent moon.
I, the poet, would trade all that the world calls pleasure
for a life of idleness and the beauty of the crescent moon.
As the dusk of twilight unveils the night of the moon
My eyes seek the mystic elation in the light of the moon
In their sublime spirit as the moonbeams kissed my eyes
My dreams began to cast the romantic sight of the moon
It was a longing for the firmament that created the wings
In a sense of curiosity, the man took a flight of the moon
The moonlight broke my tears into the spectrum of hope
Were my cries of despair, felt by the might of the moon?
As the stars bathe within the sparkling lakes of tranquility
The exotic essence of starlight fills the night of the moon
Under the moonlight's ray, I long for the ecstasy of grace
As the night falls in love with a soulful sight of the moon
Darshan, as the moonbeams follow the rhythm of the sea
Enjoy their majestic dance that brings delight of the moon
Though all is cloaked in mystery this spare new moon,
Come let me know your heart just once this rare blue moon.
Her eyes shone on you as two orbs that velvet night;
She turned her loveliness upon you, oh beware those double moons!
Hidden in sunlight, my heart is warmed to kindly sleep;
Wakeful, it's quite laid bare beneath the cruel moon.
Will you tread the glowing coals in barefoot ecstasy?
Would you, will you, join with with me and dare the fiery moon?
The grain grows full and firm, awaiting thresh and winnow;
Ripe wheat, ripe golden fruits of love we'll share at harvest moon.
Let my eyes freeze to agates, my blood to gelid rubies,
Only let me not flinch at last to stare into the ice-cold moon.
Would it were otherwise, yet love with pain is matched;
The deer cries out in her despair at hunters moon.
A rectangle of luminescent blue within the sloping wall,
Lucy lies, writes poems in her head, beneath the lovely glare of the full
moon.
I see you, Ojibwe girl, beneath the astounding Blueberry Moon
You are lovely, but nameless, and Oh, I like the sound of Blueberry Moon
Why have you come to this place, I wonder? To sit
beside the lake where otter, turtle and frog abound, Blueberry Moon.
I want to know you, Chippewa child, divine what you see
in the water of your people's holy ground, Blueberry Moon.
Do you seek wisdom in the depths, dark and light
shadow and vision, are you Midewiwin bound, Blueberry Moon?
Perhaps today, first womanhood came, red and flowing
Frightened, you came to wash away a childhood newly drowned, Blueberry Moon.
In your reflection do you seek assurance
of a woman's worth, of a beauty able to make love resound, Blueberry Moon?
Do not fear, fallow woman-child. A year from now, maybe two,
a brave young warrior will come to your bed , desire heavy and round, Blueberry Moon.
A Flower Moon will pass and before the trees bleed sweet
a boy child will come, breathless though. The spirits have frowned, Blueberry Moon.
Bury your babe, weep young mother tears, lie beneath your warrior
The spirits will smile. Under a Strawberry Moon a girl child will crown, Blueberry Moon.
You will teach her to pluck wild rice from the river's edge
and harvest the secrets of the Mide Brothers, wisdom profound, Blueberry Moon.
Strong woman of the First People, one day you will dry up and blow away.
Your daughter's tears will water the yellow star grass on your burial mound, Blueberry Moon.
Your bones will be scattered by bulldozers and stray dogs,
But I, your Great Great Grandaughter, will not rest until you are found, Blueberry Moon.
It slowly creeps across the sky prowling for escapades, that hungry moon.
Darling, come with me, flirt with the night, I'll protect you from that hungry moon.
We'll dance the habanera and let it have its way with us all the night.
Then we'll slip into the darkness under the shadow of that hungry moon.
With the conversation of the dance we'll outshout cries from that hungry moon.
Together we'll evade the ever-watching eyes of every hungry moon.
We'll outrun the loneliness that has stalked us throughout the slow-turning day.
A long day awaited, gobbled up during the night by a hungry moon.
We'll look into the dream-lit stars until we're dizzy, remember this night.
We'll head for the shadows where it is darkest, away from the hungry moon.
With the swooping and snatching of an owl as it seizes its frozen prey,
I will not leave you in the shadows of the night or pray to that hungry moon.
Like a yelping dog, with the name of Ben, we'll be racing across the ridge.
Encircled in my arms I'll protect you then from that ever-hungry moon.