Sunday, March 20, 2011

The Moon, Hidden.

I even wrote it on my calendar, to be sure we wouldn't forget to look.  The moon will be huge tonight, full and close. We've woken to rain, a grey sky, a good chance that tonight the moon will be hidden. The poets will have to do our looking for us.

Full Moon by Tu Fu
Above the tower -- a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.

Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

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