The moon on the one hand, the dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister, the dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left and the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning: my sister, good night.
it portrays different personality even they are brother and sister
This here for me, is 'poetic economy' packaged in material so light weight in sophistication yet holding in vast enormity some of our most universal treasures...
its so amazing i put it in my homework to show my teacher and i will say it isnt mine because its not i will show her ur amazing work
moon is the part and parcel of earthly life; moon is the blo0d connected relative!
I have heard this sung as an encore in a concert. The setting was simple but effective. I do not know who the composer was (and neither does Google, it seems) . Any ideas?
Where was the concert? I wrote a setting that was performed in New York...
(The Early Morning by Hilaire Belloc.) **Light verse. An entertaining read.
I love those mornings when the sun has just arisen but yet the moon is still able to be vaguely seen off to the side. This is such a great little poem on the wonderful ways of the universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love poems as such; my brother, good morning my sister, good night Good brother, good sister Are my dawn and night