An Evening When the Full Moon Rose as the Sun Set

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by Robert Bly

...Turning toward Milan, we see the other one, the moon,
whole and rising.
Three wild geese make dark spots in that part of the sky.
Under the shining one the pastures leap forward,
Grass fields rolling as in October, the sow-colored fields
near the river.
This rising one lights the pair of pintails alert in the
shallow pond.
It shines on those faithful to each other, alert in the early
night.
And the life of faithfulness goes by like a river,
With no one noticing it.

please note: photo by zanmanzmama

Comments

  1. KathleenJuly 17, 2009 at 8:46 AM

    Tag! (Nothing you have to do, though!)

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  2. smartzJuly 17, 2009 at 10:11 AM

    I so enjoy your blog. I sense in your posts a wonderful sensibility about life and art and the human experience.

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  3. UnknownJuly 17, 2009 at 10:36 AM

    Thanks!! To both!!

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  4. Batteson.IndJuly 17, 2009 at 10:58 AM

    This is such a lovely poem, time semed to have paused while I read it.. and the photo is also perfect, especially with that reflected orb.... *sighs and smiles......

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  5. AnonymousJuly 17, 2009 at 12:04 PM

    I love your blog! Its so much fun to read!

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  6. UnknownJuly 17, 2009 at 1:08 PM

    Some of us notice...
    ;-)

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  7. RudeeJuly 17, 2009 at 5:13 PM

    You find the most interesting works of art. That photograph is stunning.

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  8. Lauralee Beth Torchia ProvenzoJuly 17, 2009 at 5:13 PM

    Hello. Just found your blog here and I was really interested in a lot of things here. Hope you'd like to check out my little artsy blog I got going on as well. Well have a lovely day.

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  9. YogaforCynicsJuly 17, 2009 at 10:07 PM

    Wonderful poem, photo, & combination of the two...

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  10. Erin DavisJuly 18, 2009 at 7:42 AM

    Those last two lines are sheer perfection. And the photo is so beautiful!

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  11. Deanna Bland Hiott PhD, MSN, RNJuly 19, 2009 at 3:43 PM

    "And the life of faithfulness goes by like a river, with no one noticing it."

    Wow, I needed that today....

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