Treasure Island

Yvor Winters

(1900 - 1968 / United States)

Moonrise


The branches,
jointed, pointing
up and out, shine
out like brass.

Upon the heavy
lip of earth
the dog

      &n bsp;at
moments is
possessed and screams:

The rising moon draws
up his blood and hair.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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