Thick clustered wistaria clouds,
A young girl moon in a mist of almond flowers,
Boughs and boughs of light;
Then a round-faced ivory lady
Nodding among fading chrysanthemums.
HOT MOON
Moon rise.
Great gong sounds, shining—
Little feet run away.
Loud and solemn, the funeral gong.
Little feet run away.
THE NAIAD
The moon rises,
Glistening,
Naked white,
Out of her stream.
Wet marble shoulders
Shake star drops on the clouds.
FLOODTIDE
Across the shadows of the surf
The lights of the ship
Twinkle despondently.
The clinging absorbent gray darkness
Sucks them into itself:
Drinks the pale golden tears greedily.
MOUNTAIN PASS IN AUGUST
Night scatters grapes for the harvest.
The moon burns like a leaf.
Along the mountain path
A thin streak of light
Creeps hungrily with its silver belly to the earth.
The old hound laps up the shadows.
Her teats drip the brighter darkness.