The Moon, the Moon
The Moon looses its identity
some say it is old
others say it is young
some say it is round
others, "So oblong."
The Moon looses its identity
some say the Moon's shy
some said the Moon's boon
This way, the Moon may loose some lustre
some say blue, others say it is bright
some say harvest, others say accursed.
Dracula loves the Moon
Witches swing around
Please say nothing about the Moon
The Moon and auspicious dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem