Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith

Lady Moon

Lady Moon, Lady Moon,
whither art thou sailing,
Threading past the ships of night
upon the ether-tide?
‘I follow him within whose breast
Love’s fire tempestuous rages:
I follow him, my Lord and Sun
to claim me as his bride.’

Lady Moon, Lady Moon,
forever unavailing!
East or West, or dawn or dusk,
thy quest must be denied.
‘Nay! nay! though space be infinite,
and infinite the ages,
I follow him, my King, the Sun,
whatever me betide.’

1. Copa De Oro
2. Fruitionless
3. Siesta
4. Love-Song
5. The Day of Our Lord

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