Full Moon Tonight, Poetry Lovers!

Open the book of evening to the page
where the moon, always the moon, appears

between two clouds, moving so slowly that hours
will seemed to have passed before you reach the next page

where the moon, now brighter, lowers a path
to lead you away from what you have known

into those places where what you had wished for happens,
its lone syllable like a sentence poised

at the edge of sense, waiting for you to say its name
once more as you lift your eyes from the page

and close the book, still feeling what it was like
to dwell in that light, that sudden paradise of sound.

 

— Mark Strand, “Moon”

 

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