Rumi writes of the moon:
As everything changes overnight,
I praise the breaking of promises. . . .
I swear by the one who never says tomorrow,
as the circle of the moon never agrees
to sell installments of light.
It gives all it has.
See complete poem: "The Polisher"
Maury Yeston writes:
See how round
Like a cookie
See how white, as white as milk
Call it the "moon" my son
Sounds like your spoon, my son
Can you say it?
New word today, say "moon"
See complete song: "Say Moon"
Vachel Lindsay writes:
The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . . greedy
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!
Moon Poems by Lindsay
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