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May Swenson - Landing on the MoonMay Swenson - Landing on the Moon
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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. When, albino bowl on cloth of jet, it spilled its virile rays, our eyes enlarged, our blood reared with the waves. We craved its secret, but unreachable it held away from us, chilly and frail. Distance kept it magnate. Enigma made it white. When we learned to read it with our rod, reflected light revealed a lead mirror, a bruised shield seamed with scars and shadow-soiled. A half faced sycophant, its glitter borrowed, rode around our throne. On the moon there shines earth light as moonlight shines upon th earth… If on its obsidian we set our weightless foot, and sniff no wind, and lick no rain and feel no gauze between us and the Fire will we trot its grassless skull, sick for the homelike shade? Naked to the earth-beam we shall be, who have arrived to map an apparition, who walk upon the forehead of a myth. Can flesh rub with symbol? If our ball be iron, and not light, our earliest wish eclipses. Dare we land upon a dream?
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