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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