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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Here's to the coming Harvest Moon!


Harvest Moon – The Mockingbird Sings In The Night

No sky could hold
so much light –
and here comes the brimming,
the flooding and streaming
out of the clouds
and into the leaves,
glazing the creeks,
the smallest ditches!
And so many stars!
The sky seems stretched
like an old black cloth;
behind it, all
the celestial fire
we ever dreamed of!
And the moon steps lower,
quietly changing
her luminous masks, brushing
everything as she passes
with her slow hands
and soft lips –
clusters of dark grapes,
apples swinging like lost planets,
melons cool and heavy as bodies –
and the mockingbird wakes
in his hidden castle;
out of the silver tangle
of thorns and leaves
he flutters and tumbles,
spilling long
ribbons of music
over forest and river,
copse and cloud –
all heaven and earth –
wherever the white moon
fancies her small wild prince –
field after field after field.

Mary Oliver

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