THE NEW MOON Tonight in the fragrant air The New Moon is a cradle Hanging from the Evening Star. Latin music on my radio, On all sides the dark forest. It's as Beauty, God, That You drive us mad. As I round a curve The cradle of the New Moon Is almost touching the ground. I keep driving toward her. If only I can climb Onto such a swing, Maybe I too Can become full, Then quietly disappear.
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