Disagreement; my word against yours; this evidence against that. I, for one, would no longer be interested.”, “It becomes more and more difficult to credit Lisa with being a quarter Russian. I said that there were not. I want to lay up riches on earth since I don’t believe in heaven. That, inside the head, everything happens at once.”, “Children are not like us. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. If He exists, then He is responsible for the whole marvellous appalling narrative. I had a lot of feelings. “Language tethers us to the world; without it we spin like atoms.”, “We open our mouths and out flow words whose ancestries we do not even know. Our particular anxieties would seem on the face of things more rational, but they have an inescapable ancestry. This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. What the hand, dare seize the fire? The world being what it is, it has always been tempting to assume that something would be done about it, sooner or later.”. That words are more durable than anything, that they blow with the wind, hibernate and reawaken, shelter parasitic on the most unlikely hosts, survive and survive and survive.”, “Giving presents is one of the most possessive things we do, did you realize that? It's our lonely rock in the sky. In fact William Smith - or someone, or several people, dogs too, geese, a man on a horse - passed beneath the tree, went into the grocer's shop, loitered for a moment talking to a friend while the photograph was taken but he is invisible, all of them are invisible. We search for it, in vain, through layers of obscuring dust, and recover some bedraggled shreds of what we think it was. “Clair de Lune” by Ford Madox FordI should like to imagine…. Favorite Answer. Read Mary Ruefle’s iconic essay “Poetry and the Moon.”, “Amores (III)” by E. E. Cummingsthere is a / moon sole / in the blue night…, “Above the Dock” by T. E. HulmeAbove the quiet dock in mid night…, “The Crescent Moon” by Amy LowellSlipping softly through the sky…, “Lunar Baedeker” by Mina LoyA silver Lucifer…, “To the Moon” by Percy Bysshe ShelleyArt thou pale for weariness…, “Lunar Paraphrase” by Wallace StevensThe moon is the mother of pathos and pity…. I never cease to wonder at it. Skip to Content. A poignant write. 'Are there dragons?' “Song of Myself, 35” by Walt WhitmanWould you hear of an old-time sea fight? My seventeenth century is not yours. The moon rose over the bay. Show Menu Poetry ... the tiger chest, for tea. That words are more durable than anything...”, “And now I want to get yesterday down while I still have the awful taste of it”, “Perhaps I shall not write my account of the Paleolithic at all, but make a film of it. All Quotes Quotes By Penelope Lively. 'But if there is a word dragon,' she said, 'then once there must have been dragons.”, “I find this miraculous. A Poem by a Taoist Priest Just recently I stumbled upon this beautiful poem in the Tao Of Jeet Kun Doe, by Bruce Lee. The exposure of the photograph - sixty minutes - was so long that William Smith and everyone else passed through it and away leaving no trace. The author is cited simply as A Taoist Priest, and has no title. A vivid and beautiful depiction of one of the Burnt the fire of thine eyes? The Moon Tiger is a green coil that slowly burns all night, repelling mosquitoes, dropping away into lengths of grey ash, its glowing red eye a companion of the hot insect-rasping darkness. There is no chronology inside my head. I find this miraculous. And of a self who seemed to be mot 'me' but 'she.' Vergara12.23.1996, Wow brilliant awesome poem and as a lunar lover I admire its intelligent info that's also poetic. The pack of cards I carry around is forever shuffled and re-shuffled; there is no sequence, everything happens at once. “Will You Come?” by Edward ThomasWill you come? I want to see the fruits of the earth multiply and all that sort of thing. On the bedside table is a Moon Tiger. I want to make provision for the future. It was because dissension was frowned upon when I was a child: 'Don't argue, Claudia,' 'Claudia, you must not answer back like that.' My Lisa was a dull child, but even so she came up with things that pleased and startled me. They inhabit not our world but a world we have lost and can never recover. “The Moon” by Robert Louis StevensonThe moon has a face like the clock in the hall... “Dusk in Autumn” by Sara TeasdaleThe moon is like a scimitar…. The machines of the new technology, I understand, perform in much the same way: all knowledge is stored, to be summoned up at the flick of a key. Religious Instructions for Young Casualties, Entry 003 from I love you and I’m not dead, XXXV [A man saw a ball of gold in the sky], Dark and Lovely After Take-Off (A Future). I will never quite look at the moon the same again; it does look like it is waiting there for something, ever so ready to change to receive it, but then it also looks like it is laughing all the time. No…, “I’m Over the Moon” by Brenda ShaughnessyI don’t like what the moon is supposed to do…, “Music from Childhood” by John YauYou grow up hearing two languages…, “Home-Coming” by Léonie AdamsWhen I stepped homeward to my hill…, “Crepuscule” by E. E. CummingsI will wade out…, “Waiting—Afield at Dusk” by Robert FrostWhat things for dream there are when spectre-like…, “The Difference” by Thomas HardySinking down by the gate I discern the thin moon…, “A Prophecy: To George Keats in America” by John Keats’Tis the witching time of night…, “Upon the Heights” by Yone NoguchiAnd victor of life and silence…, “Where is the Poet” by Yone NguchiThe inky-garmented, truth-dead Cloud…, “A Dream of T’ien-mu Mountain” by Li PoSpeak of the Blessed Islands men from the Ocean’s brim…, “In my craft or sullen art” by Dylan ThomasIn my craft or sullen art…, “Beehive” by Jean ToomerWithin this black hive to-night…. I had a lot of feelings.” by Donika KellyI am taken with the hot animal…, “[No strawberry moon]” by Emmy PérezNo strawberry moon for me, tonight. Preserving the ephemeral; giving form to dreams, permanence to sparks of sunlight.”, “…crying not in grief but in wonder that nothing is ever lost, that everything can be retrieved, that a lifetime is not linear but instant. These are the best examples of Tiger Moon poems written by international poets.