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FULL MOON
time, without any explanation or symbol, with all its inherent contradictions. And the whole of it, entire, with all the details. I lighted the light and began to write it, to write it to dictation.
To whose dication? I don't know. Whence came this tale? I don't know that either. The only thing I do know is that it is not a symbol, it is not an allegory, it is not what it is. Somebody told it to me—I don't know who—and I tell it to you as somebody told it to me.
FULL MOON
Blessed moon
noon
of night
that through the dark
bids Love
stay—
curious shapes
awake
to plague me
Is day near
shining girl?
Yes day!
the warm
the radiant
all fulfilling
day.
