Karla Kuskin

(1932 - 2009 / Manhattan, New York)

Write About a Radish. . . - Poem by Karla Kuskin

Write about a radish
Too many people write about the moon.

The night is black
The stars are small and high
The clock unwinds its ever-ticking tune
Hills gleam dimly
Distant nighthawks cry.
A radish rises in the waiting sky.

Topic(s) of this poem: write

Comments about Write About a Radish. . . by Karla Kuskin

  • Roop Rekha Bhaskar (9/7/2015 7:29:00 AM)

    another way of describing the moon. Very original. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 7, 2015

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