The Sawtooth mountains, miles away and snow covered to their base, have been so clearly visible the last few days. The moon, also, has seemed especially intense. I went looking through my journals for moon related writing and came across this piece by Cummings, which, although I posted it a few years ago on this blog, I am going to recycle:
who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves
— e.e. cummings —
Poetry is meant to be revisited right?