WHITE MOON comes in on a baby face. The shafts across her bed are flimmering. Out on the land White Moon shines, Shines and glimmers against gnarled shadows, All silver to slow twisted shadows Falling across the long road that runs from the house. Keep a little of your beauty And some of your flimmering silver For her by the window to-night Where you come in, White Moon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 12 by CLARENCE MAJOR UNDER A TELEPHONE POLE by CARL SANDBURG |