I've wasted too much moonlight. Breast-beating. I'll waste no more moonlight, the moon bullied by clouds drifts west in her imponderable arc, snared for a half hour among the wet leaves in the birdbath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE THRENODY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES REMARKS TO THE BACK OF A PEW by WILLIAM ROSE BENET MARCH'S DAUGHTER by MAUDE PHILIPS BOARD TO HIS FRIEND THE AUTHOR UPON HIS POEM by CHRISTOPHER BROOKE HASTINGS' SONNETS: 4 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |