Dear Sue,
Apologies, as I'm very behindhand with comments as usual.
the first stanza of the poem set me wondering,- is this true? I should think
the moon's surface is being buzzed and bombed by meteorites and astral dust
continually as it has no atmosphere to protect it..
Then, of course, we can ponder the difference between 'factual' truth and
poetic truth......
Kind regards,
grasshopper
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From: "Sue Scalf" <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Tuesday, April 30, 2002 10:55 PM
Subject: work in progress (your ithoughts would be welcome)
> Harvest II
>
> What the moon knows
> is silence and an ice-blue solitude;
> no wandering star appears,
> no meteor to scatter
> dead fire of craters
> now turned to dust and bone.
> Vast is the darkness;
> eons vaster still.
>
> After the harvest,
> there is no one to touch my hair,
> not even the moonlight now,
> old moon hovering above the trees,
> wrapped in a shawl,
> not even the breeze that lightly lilts
> and bends the last roses, leaves them
> scattered on the ground wasted
> like forgotten years
> or coins from some buried treasure
> never to be found.
>
> In what is left of autumn, I shiver twice:
> once for love, once for death.
> And again for the moon
> that knows.
>
> Sue Scalf
>
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