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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOON WALK, by KAREN SWENSON Poet's Biography First Line: My son lies a monochrome of the moon Last Line: Leaving no mark on this side of space. Subject(s): Children; Moon; Childhood | |||
My son lies a monochrome of the moon - the moon that throws the window on the floor marking a pale path of stepping-stones. I walk through her window to his bedside. She has crawled into even the small curl of his hands, coating him, as mercury does gold, with her light. And though we spin under her light; a small blue gall smudged with continents, wearing a ragged shawl of cloud, the moon is printed with our fate - apron stringed to us now by more than the fishhook drag of tides. She slips over the small corner of my clay. Her cool alloy clings to his cheek as I walk through her window leaving no mark on this side of space. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE |
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