Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HUNTER'S MOON, by ELIZABETH BROWN (AMERICAN) First Line: The hunter's moon is out tonight Last Line: Our lover's lips unkissed. Subject(s): Hunting; Hunters | ||||||||
The hunter's moon is out tonight, Cold and callous and high and white Among the startled trees; So we must go hunting, you and I, After a song or after a lie Or a dead man's trumperies. We must go hunting here and there, Perhaps for a dream we used to share, Perhaps for a ruined shrine; For a god or so whom we lost last year, Or a fugitive dusk that we held too dear, Or a stain of blood, or wine. Insatiate yet is the hunter's moon, Her silence compels like a haunted tune Through the late December mist. So we must go hunting once again, Our thin souls stripped to the wind's keen pain, Our lover's lips unkissed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAMENT OF QUARRY by LEONIE ADAMS KILLDEER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE YOUNG FOWLER THAT MISTOOK HIS GAME by PHILIP AYRES A POEM ABOUT THE HOUNDS AND THE HARES by LISEL MUELLER COUNCIL by ELIZABETH BROWN (AMERICAN) DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |
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