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Tonight the Moon

1 min lectură·24 august 2010

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Tonight the moon was a perfect scimitar

murdering the day

in its own watered-down blood;

tonight the moon was a delicate scythe

harvesting the last fat grains of light

from the over-ripe, ergot-ridden rye.

I looked at the perfect, tortured blade of the moon,

and wondered at its oriental tempering-

how many thousands of foldings

and beatings?

Wondered at the translucent slice of stone:

an impossibly-shaped quartz flake,

knapped and used and left behind by an arctic toolmaker

in the blue-green chalk of the evening sky.

Tonight the moon did not follow me,

as once it did, when I was a child-

when it was made solitary by the window of a night train,

and brushed flat by a row of graveyard pines.

Now, much older, I understand

the moon does not only move for me,

but once!

oh, once,

the moon was mine,

and belonged behind my left shoulder.

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Philomena van Rijswijk. “Tonight the Moon.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/philomena-van-rijswijk/poezie/13951282/tonight-the-moon

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