Tall silver poplars stand against a sky of blue, And farther down the horizon, a glittering moon that's new, A liquid-throated mockingbird awakes the echoes clear, A fountain drips and tinkles from a grotto that is near. And from a distant patio a soft guitar is humming, Like wing beats of silver moths against the window thumming, The world is sparkling with the light the tiny moonlet gives And this is just a night of nights when one is glad he lives. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH REGARDING CHAINSAWS by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO MAY HOWARD JACKSON - SCULPTOR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ELIZABETH CHILDERS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |