To the Moon - by
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth?
the moon
Margaret’s Moon - by
After she died, I swear the sky
/ Had the most beautiful of all sunsets,
/ A blush of pink, then red, a glass…
Bad Moon - by
The moon must be sick of being in poems –
/ always gripped by fingers of late honeysuckle,
/ always filtered in the…
Moon - by
Last night, when the moon
slipped into my attic-room
as an oblong of light,
I sensed she’d come to commiserate.
Lunarian - by
The night is still. The stars are fixed:
we move through phases of the flesh.
African Moon - by
In my village where girls dress
In clothes the color of joy
And dance to the slender sound of the drum
The Moon on the Road - by
The moon walks me home.
I want to carry her into tomorrow.
All the way in this silent calm…
The Owl and the Pussy-cat - by
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
/ In a beautiful pea-green boat,
/ They took some honey, and plenty…
Poem - by
Rags frae the moon and tatters o sun,
/ We’ll fly awa when time is done.
/ Wind for a sark; the sweet yird…
I am the moon, and you are the man on me - by
Tonight, I am white and full.
/ My surface is all curves
/ and craters, but you don’t mind.
/ You have travelled alone through the…
Seven moons - by
The first moon is just past full,
/ and pale, high in the day-blue sky.
/
/ The second is a sword-edge
/ at midnight, Auvergne ,…
Between the Penny Dropping and the Penny Landing - by
While the penny spins,
pale beams catch on a lost key in a nest,
roll over roofs and drop into the alley,
and we are shadows in that alley.