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Last night’s Harvest Moon … in the early morning

“When we were strangers, I loved you from afar; when we were lovers, I loved you with all my heart … on this Harvest Moon.”
~ Neil Young

Posted on September 5th, 2009Comments RSS Feed
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    by Charles Baudelaire

    THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night
    Than a fair woman on her couch at rest,
    Caressing, with a hand distraught and light,
    Before she sleeps, the contour of her breast.

    Upon her silken avalanche of down,
    Dying she breathes a long and swooning sigh;
    And watches the white visions past her flown,
    Which rise like blossoms to the azure sky.

    And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
    Earthward she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
    Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

    Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
    Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
    And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.

  2. It would have been perfect for another kayaking trip! We must arrange!

  3. JWP — wow! thanks! I hadn’t read that Baudelaire before.

    Gropius — ABSOLUTELY!

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