When I was a kid I used to tell myself the moon was a silver gong and if I could climb high enough to beat on it with both hands a...ll my wishes would come true.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Shut out that stealing moon, She wears too much the guise she wore... Before our lutes were strewn With years-deep dust, and names we read On a white stone were hewn.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above;... White in the moon the long road lies That leads me from my love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Treading the soil of the moon, palpating its pebbles, tasting the panic and splendor of the event, feeling in the pit of one's sto...mach the separation from terra ... these form the most romantic sensation an explorer has ever known ... this is the only thing I can say about the matter. The utilitarian results do not interest me.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The moon is door. It is a face in its own right, White as a knuckle and terribly upset.... It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet With the O-gape of complete despair.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »