The Moon
The moon is a lady, the moon is a silent bird, swimming up to a light unseen. In the moonlight, there is a white veil (in the wild lilacs, there are petals) while outside waits the hard thunder, and the stars!
The clear bed, laced and powdered by lilies. Let nature bloom and fill hot bodies, to pluck flowers and hear the dark cry of love.
- HD Hilda Doolittle