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Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
I take my wine jug out among the flowers
to drink alone, without friends.
I raise my cup to entice the moon.
translated by Will Kirkland
The moon came into the forge
in her bustle of flowering nard.
Amidst the flowers a jug of wine,
I pour alone lacking companionship.
So raising the cup I invite the Moon,
Then turn to my shadow which makes three of us.
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.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
When the birds took shelter among the boughs, and the flowers folded their petals, and tremendous silence descended, I heard a rustle of feet though the grass. I took heed and saw a young couple approaching my arbor. The say under a tree where I could see them without being seen.
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the moon and the light it made
The Moon will shine,
Without your smile,
But no longer shall it be,
A Moon that shines for me,
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alone,
What once to me befell.
Oh agelessly ageing moon, tell me who
And who're all in love with you my dear moon
Forgetting that you're quite old and too aged
About The Full Harvest Moon Now….
This is not a poem,
but my testimony to God's Great Miracle (again? !)
Respected Poetess Madam
Poetic Lotus (काव्य कमल)Savita Tyagi
[Note: This review letter is World Poetry Day Special Comprehensive Review on date 21st March 2019 and Gift given on Occasion of Happy Holi Celebration for date 22nd March 2019]
After Harvest Moon comes Hunter's Moon. This is also called Traveler's Moon, because it is time to move our camp to the riverside. Like Brother Bear we want to grow a layer of fat and prepare to pass the winter. In this hectic time our young ones amuse us with their antics, so this month is also called Young Beast Moon.
After that comes Frost Moon; some people call it Scraping-Hides Moon. Our womenfolk are so busy that their hands almost fall off, otherwise we would have nothing to wear and eat.
The moon light, the glory of all night
The illumination that clears the dark
The beauty of this glorious sky
The moon light, I see peace in your side
For when one feel the morning sun thus every bird will touch the sky with respect but when the night slip in thus one will see the moon but when one look to the sky for every stars that one see is the family that fill the sky with respect just to be with the angel of respect is like being in the arms of the angel for who will touch a heart with respect but the even moon is the moon of the angel that fill the moon with respect but the even moon is the morning sun of respect.
What a lovely day for the morning walk in the park but when the morning breeze start to whisper for it whisper the sound of respect thus one wish to sing to the morning sun for the touch of respect to fill a heart with respect for time after time a heart wish for the touch of the sun but when it's night for one feel the light of respect but one will dance for the sun to warm ma heart with respect to the family respect mean a lot to the family that twinkle in the sky with the eyes that sparkle and yet the eyes that one see is the eyes of respect yet the even moon is the morning sun of respect.
Many classic and contemporary poets have written about the moon. Some of them described the charm of it, and others saw in it their beloved ones. On PoemHunter.com, you can read the best poems about the moon such as "To the Moon" poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley, "The Moon" by Robert Louis Stevenson, and "Evening Song" by Jean Toomer. Enjoy reading the best poems about the first milestone on the road to the stars.