Friday 15 August 2014

Day 756: Lunar Love

I thought this poem on the full moon, full of love as it is, was fitting to end a week which started with a gorgeous Supermoon. The moon is many things to many people, but I think Ted Kooser has captured something special here about our relationship to it - or rather it's relationship to us. The benevolence he hints at is a balm right now.

(*You might also enjoy listening to this song, which I think complements this poem perfectly: Sing to the Moon by Laura Mvula)

Full Moon - Ted Kooser

We see only
the moon's fixed face,
as you know. It never turns aside
in pain, in anger, or disgust. It is thus
the good parent, holding the earth
at arm's length, gripping its shoulders
with cool white hands, turning
and turning it as if it were
saying goodbye, as if it were taking
one last long look. But the moon
with its homely, familiar face,
has been wishing that we fare well
every evening for millions of years,
fully knowing that we would be back
in the morning, ready to try.

1 comment:

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