Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOON-SLANTS, by REGINALD LANSING COOK First Line: A boy by a window, nodding over 'treasure island' Last Line: The moon -- a golden spangle sprung open; a bracelet torn apart by vulcan hands. Subject(s): Moon | ||||||||
I A boy by a window, nodding over "Treasure Island" . . . The declining moon like a crooked finger with a long, silver nail, reaching out of the long sleeve of dark, clutching at the low hills. II A young housewife, resting on the arm of a chair, thinking of the morrow . . . The moon a thin, shallow basket of beaten gold with a hoop handle of enamel, and quite filled with a piece of yellow fruit cake. III A jeweler, napping, over his paper, before retiring . . . The moon -- a golden spangle sprung open; a bracelet torn apart by Vulcan hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POEM TO TAKE BACK THE NIGHT by JUNE JORDAN THE MOON AND THE SPECTATOR by LEONIE ADAMS FULL MOON by KARLE WILSON BAKER NO MORE OF THE MOON by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP THE DEPARTURE by DENISE LEVERTOV THE MOON IN GREECE by TIMOTHY LIU TO-MORROW IS MY BIRTHDAY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |
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