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Full Moon

Robert Hayden - Mon, Jun 24th 2013




No longer throne to a Goddess to whom we pray

no longer the bubble house of childhood's

tumbling Mother Goose man.


The emphatic moon ascends .....

the brilliant challenger of rocket experts,

the white hope of connections men.


Some I love who are dead

were watchers of the moon and knew its lore;

planted seeds, trimmed their hair.


Pierced their ears with gold-hoop earrings

as it waxed and waned.

It shines tonight upon their graves


And burned in the garden of Gethsemane,

its light made holy by the dazzle of tears

with which it mingled,


And spread its radiance upon the exile's path

of Him who was The Glorious One,

its light made holy by His holiness.


Already a muted goal and tomorrow, perhaps

an arms base, a livid sector,

the full moon dominates the dark.


ROBERT HAYDEN  (US  1913 - 1980)

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