<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458382" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Landing on the Moon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When in the mask of night there shone that cut,<br>we were riddled. A probe reached down<br>and stroked some nerve in us,<br>as if the glint from a wizard's eye, of silver,<br>slanted out of the mask of the unknown-<br>pit of riddles, the scratch-marked sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When, albino bowl on cloth of jet,<br>it spilled its virile rays,<br>our eyes enlarged, our blood reared with the waves.<br>We craved its secret, but unreachable<br>it held away from us, chilly and frail.<br>Distance kept it magnate. Enigma made it white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When we learned to read it with our rod,<br>reflected light revealed<br>a lead mirror, a bruised shield<br>seamed with scars and shadow-soiled.<br>A half faced sycophant, its glitter borrowed,<br>rode around our throne.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the moon there shines earth light<br>as moonlight shines upon th earth…<br>If on its obsidian we set our weightless foot,<br>and sniff no wind, and lick no rain<br>and feel no gauze between us and the Fire<br>will we trot its grassless skull, sick for the homelike shade?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Naked to the earth-beam we shall be,<br>who have arrived to map an apparition,<br>who walk upon the forehead of a myth.<br>Can flesh rub with symbol? If our ball<br>be iron, and not light, our earliest wish<br>eclipses. Dare we land upon a dream?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=May+Swenson">May Swenson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=458382" data-title="Landing on the Moon de May Swenson" data-description="When in the mask of night there shone that cut, we were riddled. A probe reached down and stroked some nerve in us, as if the glint from a wizard's eye, of silver, slanted out of the mask of the unknown- pit of riddles, the scratch-marked sky. Wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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