Letras
The moon, her magic be
Big sad face of infinity
An illuminated clay ball
Manifesting many gentlemanly remarks
She kicks a star
Clouds foregather in scimitar shape
To round her cradle out
Upside-down any old time
You can also let the moon fool you
With imaginary orange balls
Of blazing imaginary light in fright
As eyeballs, hurt and foregathered
Wink to the wince of the seeing
Of a little sprightly otay
Which projects spikes of light
Out the round smooth blue balloon
Ball full of mountains and moons
Deep is the ocean
High is the moon
Low is the lowliest river lagoon
Fish in the tar and pull in the spar
Billy Da Bud and Han Shan Emperor
And all wall moon-gazers since Daniel McCree
Yeats, see
Gaze at the moon ocean marking the face
In some cases the moon is you
In any case, the moon
