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Friday, July 22, 2005

In Honor of My Trip to Mexico I Present a Moon Poem

Full Moon by Robert Hayden

No longer throne of 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 communications men.

Some I love who are dead
were watchers of the moon and knew its lore;
planted seeds, trimmed their hair,

Pierced their ears for gold hoop earrings
as it waxed or waned.
It shines tonight upon their graves.

And burned in the garden of Gethsemane,
its light made holy by the dazzling tears
with which it mingled.

And spread its radiance on the exile's path
of Him who was The Glorious One,
its light made holy by His holiness.

Already a mooted goal and tomorrow perhaps
an arms base, a livid sector,
the full moon dominates the dark.

4 comments:

Whimsy said...

Welcome back, Eduardo. I kinda missed you.

Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

ha! only you would note the full moon
with a poem
out to plant some
seeds

Billy said...

Thanks for your comments. I just found your post... I almost didn't see it.

Yes, I'm still at Columbia. One more year.

Did you have questions about the program? I don't check my comments for messages as much as email, so if you want to drop me a line, it's billy@talkinginthedark.

Best,
B.

Billy said...

and YES, I do know Diana. I'm assuming you do also? She's wonderful. I'm very pleased to have her around.

B.