Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,
illuminate the shadows in the sky.
Stichwörter: poetry moon poem poetry-quotes af-stewart reflections-of-poetry
Neruda had his first dream,
First meeting with the Moon and the Sun
In sunny La Mancha, hiding in his heart,
Where he learned how to sing like a nightingale.
Stichwörter: sun heart moon singing neruda pablo-neruda nightingale dejan-stojanovic la-mancha
To hear never-heard sounds,
To see never-seen colors and shapes,
To try to understand the imperceptible
Power pervading the world;
To fly and find pure ethereal substances
That are not of matter
But of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To be a lantern in the darkness
Or an umbrella in a stormy day;
To feel much more than know.
To be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To be a smile on the face of a woman
And shine in her memory
As a moment saved without planning.
Stichwörter: reality poetry power world soul planning read moon darkness smile poets understanding sounds memory colors flying shine feelings eyes mountain invisible tree cities moment face feel know whisper ethereal streets lantern watching matter leaves fly pedestrian substances wave umbrella eagle dejan-stojanovic imperceptible face-of-a-woman shapes stormy-day task-of-a-poet
I realized I still had my eyes shut. I had shut them when I put my face to the screen, like I was scared to look outside. Now I had to open them. I looked out the window and saw for the first time how the hospital was out in the country. The moon was low in the sky over the pastureland; the face of it was scarred and scuffed where it had just torn up out of the snarl of scrub oak and madrone trees on the horizon. The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon. I was off on a hunt with Papa and the uncles and I lay rolled in blankets Grandma had woven, lying off a piece from where the men hunkered around the fire as they passed a quart jar of cactus liquor in a silent circle. I watched that big Oregon prairie moon above me put all the stars around it to shame. I kept awake watching, to see if the moon ever got dimmer or the stars got brighter, till the dew commenced to drift onto my cheeks and I had to pull a blanket over my head.
Ken KeseyStichwörter: stars moon landscape
I've always felt that distant train whistles heard in the dead of night are the universe's way of letting us know the best days are neither ahead nor behind us...they're happening right now, cradled in the palms of our hands. But that doesn't change the fact that the whiskey, weed, and romance eventually runs out and the night will soon turn to day.
Dave MatthesStichwörter: innocence love music history romance death moon night whiskey booze daydreaming trains weed whistles
She was prisoner to an old, forgotten god, kept from her home, probably never to see it again, and yet... the way she sat, poised, calm, clear like a full moon night, she seemed much happier than me, the witch who contained them all, the jailer with the magic key.
Sarah DiemerStichwörter: god moon sea witch full-moon
The wisdom of the Moon is greater than the wisdom of the Earth, because the Moon sees the universe closer than the Earth can see it!
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: moon
The peaceful splendour of the night healed again. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. It was at its full, and very bright, riding through the empty blue sky.
H.G. WellsStichwörter: nature moon night moonlight island island-of-dr-moreau
People like to make up stories about things they don’t understand, so there are over a thousand myths about the moon. One legend claims that on the surface is everything that was wasted here on Earth: misspent time, squandered wealth, broken vows, unanswered prayers, useless tears, all the leftover bits and pieces of countless shattered lives.
If you believe in that sort of thing.
I cannot squeeze the stars; but I can squeeze my mind to feel the moon compressed.
Munia KhanStichwörter: mind stars moon mind-body-spirit
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