Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MOON, by MORRIS ABEL BEER First Line: A baby looks up at the moon Last Line: Through charted space! Subject(s): Babies; Moon; Infants | ||||||||
A baby looks up at the moon, And cries, Because he cannot grasp The big, silver balloon, Tangled in the twisted branches, Of tall trees. To dreaming lovers, Drifting down languorous, limpid lakes, The moon is a white-flamed rose Of romance, Whose soft, shimmering petals Flutter witchingly Over the waters. But the apathetic astronomer Gazes through a long, black telescope, And sees only a bleak, barren sphere, Wheeling mathematically Through charted space! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER A CITY PIPER by MORRIS ABEL BEER |
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