Moonset
Read 'Moonset' by 'Carl Sandburg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west.
Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures.
The moon’s good-by ends pictures.
The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk at all now.
Only dark listening to dark.
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