something about the moon
can tint my mood to blue
for the color of the night
is a strange familiar hue
from childhood I recall
a sadness in the sounds
that stirred on moonlit nights
when shadows made their rounds
I was too much aware
that sorrow prowled the night
that prayer or strength of will
could never set aright
yet sometimes when alone
and woods were dark and bleak
the moonlight brought a peace
that even now I seek
the moon is life and death
and love and destiny
and all a man might know
and all he'll ever be
a nice poem of the feelings felt from the beauty of moonlight? .......well written.
Beauty and sadness, something about the moon is something about life. Thank you for the commet Tom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poems over moon have a very long history in literature.In ancient hellenic literature the first poems on the matter were composed by Sappho[650-570 b.d.] whose poesie I am translating by the time into neohellenic and english.Here is one of them: Τhe stars too all around the beautiful moon suddenly hide their lucent figure whenever at total facade in its utmost it shines silvery over the earth.///a sadness in the sounds that stirred on moonlit nights when shadows made their rounds///these are beautiful verses. { the last stanza could be omitted.The poem would have nothing to loose}//The verses very robust, worth of translation.
Flattered to be thought of in even an oblique comparison to Sappho. I think you are right about the last verse.