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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.



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