WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face. The shafts across her bed are flimmering. Out on the land White Moon shines, Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows, All silver to slow twisted shadows Falling across the long road that runs from the house. Keep a little of your beauty And some of your flimmering silver For her by the window to-night Where you come in, White Moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PRODIGAL SON by DAVID IGNATOW BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL THE ROAD TO AVIGNON by AMY LOWELL COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |