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Under your skin the moon is alive.
Poetry, the best of it, is lunar and is concerned with the essential insanities. Journalism is solar (there are numerous newspapers named The Sun, none called The Moon) and is devoted to the inessential.
I hate the moon - I am afraid of it - for when it shines on certain scenes familiar and loved it sometimes makes them unfamiliar and hideous. It
the moon is crying she is missing her other half.
Now that's a ghastly moon, not ghostly.
The moon is the lighthouse of love, and as changing as a woman's mind.
Foo-foo the First, King of the Mooncalves!
I'd like to be the moon in your sky.
The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of LOVE.
-a superb moon, round as a pumpkin and golden as honey, filling the rooftop world with light, and deep, mysterious shadow.
I'm sorry. I was just talking to the moon.
It was just the same old familiar moon. The one and only satellite that has faithfully circled the earth, at the same speed, from before human memory.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
The moon shows the truth of things.
What comes after the moon? I think you can guess: Mars.
The moon's a powerful mistress. She can reach through any wall or covering and work her wicked charms.
The new moon that Veronika loved best because there was still room for it to grow, to expand, to fill the whole of its surface with light before its inevitable decline. She
The moon puts on an elegant show, different every time in shape, colour and nuance.
At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door
and open the love-window.
The moon won't use the door,
only the window.
What good would the moon be to men? Even of their own planet what have they made but a battleground and theatre of infinite folly? Small as his world is, and short as his time, he has still in his little life down there far more than he can do.
There is a loneliness that fills the plain.
Total.
Lunar.
The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.
Fire rises out of the lunar mountains: when she is cold, I'll carry her up to a peak, and lay her down on the edge of a crater.
In winter, on the darkest nights, one rejoices even to see the tiniest sliver of a moon.
She would say 'Bucket moon'
he would answer 'Ladle moon.'
Night after night sky revealed a
bitten moon, a butcher's moon,
an apple moon, a thief's moon,
a rabbit
'Rabbit moon?'
'Don't you see it?'
'I used to chase rabbits,' she had said,
her voice sweet and tired.
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,Moves all the labouring surges of the world.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
The moon's a dead rock, but I still like the word,
so black in its white space.
[ ... ]
what can we say to the
moon except You again?
You again.
Stay calm. Don't go getting moon mad. Moon sad.
Moon morons.
Anyone who knows me, should learn to know me again;
For I am like the Moon,
you will see me with new face everyday.
Don't even try to talk to me when I'm watching the moon. That's my moon, baby.
Oh. My. God.' she said, pointing out of the window. 'Do you know what that is?'
I nodded and said, 'I think I may have seen it before.'
'That,' said Florida, 'is the Moonyouidiot.
We played with the moon all night, painting faces on its blank cheek, shining its spotlight into sleeping people's windows. But mostly we just ate the moon, stuck tongues to its surface and felt it dissolve, left chunks of its minty scalp on neighbors' doorsteps.
Moon is a superstar to a neon light
Both are in doubt of their lifeless plight
One envies the sun, the other one's scared
But to face the dark they're always prepared
it was the kind of moon
that I would want to
send back to my ancestors
and gift to my descendants
so they know that I too,
have been bruised...by beauty.
You have made the moon," The Jester said. "That is the moon.
What looks to be a wisp of cloud is actually the moon, narrow and pale like a paring snipped from a snowman's toenail.
A full moon shimmered over central Louisiana. This was no rinky-dink moon. This was a moon you had to curtsy to. A big, heavy, mysterious, beautiful, bossy moon. The kind you want to serve things to on a silver platter.
I worship the moon.
Tell me of the soft glow of a
candle light
and the sweetness of my moon.
The Moon may not be quite as appealing as Mars, but it's still a complex and poorly understood world, with many questions still unanswered.
The moon in her chariot of pearl
The surface of the Moon is not smooth, uniform, and precisely spherical as a great number of philosophers believe it to be, but is uneven, rough, and full of cavities and prominences, being not unlike the face of the Earth, relieved by chains of mountains and deep valleys.
The moon is wicked, jealous of the sun. People do bad things in the dark, under the hollow gaze of the moon. It's smiling at me now, proud of my sin.
That orbed maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon.
Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death.
[Lat., Truditur dies die,
Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]
When you touch the moon with beloved eyes, you behold a glimpse of an amazing life.
The Moon was the most spectacularly beautiful desert you could ever imagine. Unspoilt. Untouched. It had a vibrancy about it and the contrast between it and the black sky was so vivid, it just made this impression of excitement and wonder.
The moon is friend for the lonesome to talk to.
The Moon Will Illuminate My Room And Soon Im Consumed By My Doom
There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
The moon that hung over the garden like some great priceless pearl, flawed and blemished with grey shadowy ridges as only a very great beauty can risk being.
The moon hangs alien, heavy, like a lock on a door; the door is tightly shut. ("The North")
A map of the moon ... should be in every geological lecture room; for no where can we have a more complete or more magnificent illustration of volcanic operations. Our sublimest volcanoes would rank among the smaller lunar eminences; and our Etnas are but spitting furnaces.
Ah, but the Moon my Love is jealous, and can you blame him? You outshine him with your virtues ...
The moon was round and white, sitting small at the top of the sky. It seemed the right size to sit in the bowl on the bullet mold. That was what I wished. I wished for the moon instead of lead.
This has been a record breaking month for book sales for Mikazuki Publishing House. The moon can only stay hidden behind the cloud for so long. Eventually the cloud moves away and the moon can light up the darkness with its magnificence.
But if you must know, your moon here is rather more powerful than the ones around my own world."
"The moon?" said Twoflower. "I don't under-"
"If I've got to spell it out," said the troll, testily, "I'm suffering from chronic tides.
That moon which the sky never saw even in dreams has risen again
If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.
Sometimes a high moon, liquid-brilliant, scudded across a hollow space and took cover under electric, brown-iridescent cloud-edges.
The moon charm has an inscription: Yours from dark to light.
Dear Moon, Slowly enlighten my heart with your lovely, silvery, dancing, miraculous light.
The moon is so beautiful. It's a big silver dollar, flipped by God. And it landed scarred side up, see? So He made the world.
There is nothing intrinsically more beautiful or poetical about the moon than about a dunghill; if anything, the contrary, for the latter is full of life and warmth and energy.
What do you do there, moon, in the sky? Tell me what you do, silent moon. When evening comes you rise and go contemplating wastelands; then you set.
The full moon - the mandala of the sky.
Witnessing the moonrise each month, a person cannot resist noting a modest sense of optimism tugging at his or her enclosed capsule of bodily fluids.
What good is the Moon? You can't buy it or sell it.
I look up at the moon. It's bright, and
cold, and still looks full to me. But the
calendar says that it's waning, and people
get paid to make calendars, so I guess that
we're ready.
The moon is the first milestone on the road to the stars.
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.
(Title: To the Moon)
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?
The moon was a fang in the lightning sky.
Wandering from room to room discovering another side to the moon.
This is not only a full moon for me. This is an image of your face for me.
There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in the words of Faust; "O gentle moon, that lookest for the last time upon my agonies!"
or something to that effect.
The moon is a poem in a starry night.
Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.
The moon was sharp enough to draw blood from a stone
Pausing between clouds
the moon rests
in the eyes of its beholders
Since childhood, I had always been affected by the changes of the moon, sometimes very much so. As the light of the satellite fell on my face my mind cleared, and I knew what was to be done. ("Absolute Evil")
The fortune of us that are the moon's men doth ebb and flow like the sea, being governed, as the sea is, by the moon.
What would you like to do tonight?"
Go to the moon with you.
Looking at the sky last night and the moon in the first fresh dark, just a few stars, bright with their cold flares, I had a little crumpled thought, 'Oh well, the moon. It's just another place like California.' One's imagination drags its feet as we are inexorably hauled into the future.
The moon makes a traveler hunger for something bitter in the world, what is it? I will vanish; others will come here, what is that? An old question.
It is a beautiful and delightful sight to behold the body of the Moon.
In the deep space of the sea I have found my moon
Tonight or every night if you wish you can have a very distinguished guest from the space: Just open your curtain at night, then the Moon will visit you!
It is time to turn on the moon.
It is time to live by a different light.
Take care of my moonlark.
Like an eye, the moon follows us wherever we go.
If you promise the moon, be able to deliver it.
I am living on the moon, I told myself, I have little house all by myself on the moon.
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
Religion is pointing toward the moon
Jake, the super-dog with paranormal psychic powers, has one goal in life, to catch the moon." Jake and the Moon Ball (a work in progress)
The Moon is such a planet I can't even stand it.
Guess the world needs both sun And the moon too Sad with what I have except for you.
Whenever I gaze up at the moon, I feel like I'm on a time machine. I am back to that precious pinpoint of time, standing on the foreboding - yet beautiful - Sea of Tranquility. I could see our shining blue planet Earth poised in the darkness of space.
The moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun.