Thursday, 8 March 2012

The Harvest Moon

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, 

Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,

A vast balloon, 

Till it takes off, and sinks upward

To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon. 

The harvest moon has come

Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon. 

And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep,

So they go out where elms and oak trees keep 

A kneeling vigil,in a religious hush.

The harvest moon has come!

Ted Hughes

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