Famous Luna Poems by Famous Poets
These are examples of famous Luna poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous luna poems. These examples illustrate what a famous luna poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).
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by
Agustini, Delmira
...SpanishLa luna es pálida y triste, la luna es exangüe y yerta.La media luna figúraseme un suave perfil de muerta…Yo que prefiero a la insigne palidez encarecidaDe todas las perlas árabes, la rosa recién abierta,En un rincón del terruño con el color de la vida,Adoro esa luna pálida, adoro esa faz de muerta!Y en el altar de las noches, como una flor encendidaY ebria...Read more of this...
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Poe, Edgar Allan
...! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breath it less gently forth — and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love — was cured of all beside —
His follie — pride — and passion — for he died....Read more of this...
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Plath, Sylvia
...never milked any goat, nor dealt cow death
And shadows only--cave-mouth bristle beset--
Cockchafers and the wan, green luna moth....Read more of this...
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Agustini, Delmira
...as y vivas eternamente abiertas,Alguna noche en duelo yo encuentro tus pupilas Bajo un trapo de sombra o una blonda de luna.Bebo en ellas la Calma como en una laguna.Por hondas, por calladas, por buenas, por tranquilas Un lecho o una tumba parece cada una. English O you who sleep so deep you cannot wake!Every night in mourning I come upon your pupils,Miraculous in life, miraculous in death,And in life and death eternally open.Beneath a remnant...Read more of this...
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Alighieri, Dante
...corta buffa
d'i ben che son commessi a la fortuna,
per che l'umana gente si rabbuffa;
ch? tutto l'oro ch'? sotto la luna
e che gi? fu, di quest'anime stanche
non poterebbe farne posare una».
«Maestro mio», diss'io, «or mi d? anche:
questa fortuna di che tu mi tocche,
che ?, che i ben del mondo ha s? tra branche?».
E quelli a me: «Oh creature sciocche,
quanta ignoranza ? quella che v'offende!
Or vo' che tu mia sentenza ne 'mbocche.
Colui lo cui save...Read more of this...
by
Arnold, Matthew
...se
To haunt the place where passions reign—
Back to thy solitude again!
Back! with the conscious thrill of shame
Which Luna felt, that summer-night,
Flash through her pure immortal frame,
When she forsook the starry height
To hang over Endymion's sleep
Upon the pine-grown Latmian steep.
Yet she, chaste queen, had never proved
How vain a thing is mortal love,
Wandering in Heaven, far removed.
But thou hast long had place to prove
This truth—to prove, and make thine o...Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...r?n de rev?lver.
Ella sus cuatro corpi?os.
Ni nardos ni caracolas
tienen el cutis tan fino,
ni los critales con luna
relumbran con ese brillo.
Sus muslos se me escapaban
como peces sorprendidos,
la mitad llenos de lumbre,
la mitad llenos de fr?o.
Aquella noche corr?
el mejor de los caminos,
montado en potra de n?car
sin bridas y sin estribos.
No quiero decir, por hombre,
las cosas que ella me dijo.
La luz del entendimiento
me hace ser muy comedido....Read more of this...
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Alger, Julie Hill
...I walk home at August moonrise
past a bright window.
Inside the room
an old woman sees the full moon
and turns off the lamp.
Afterimage shines in my eye:
pale face, snowy hair.
Moonlight streams over the dark house
like cool milk.
When the lamp is out, is the woman
still standing there alone?
In memory, her upraised hand g...Read more of this...
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Green, Adrian
...New moon on the lake.
Your voice and the nightingale
serenade springtime.
Full moon on the lake.
Your voice and the waterbirds
celebrate summer.
Old moon on the lake.
Owls hunting autumnal food -
your voice still singing....Read more of this...
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Browning, Robert
...Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390
Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was,
Virgil, your legend in those strange three lines!
No question, that adventure came to pass
One black night in Arcadia: yes, the pines,
Mountains and valleys mingling made one mass
Of black with void black heaven: the earth's confines,
The sky's embrace,--belo...Read more of this...
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Alighieri, Dante
...rti
per lo gran mar de l'essere, e ciascuna
con istinto a lei dato che la porti.
Questi ne porta il foco inver' la luna;
questi ne' cor mortali ? permotore;
questi la terra in s? stringe e aduna;
n? pur le creature che son fore
d'intelligenza quest'arco saetta
ma quelle c'hanno intelletto e amore.
La provedenza, che cotanto assetta,
del suo lume fa 'l ciel sempre quieto
nel qual si volge quel c'ha maggior fretta;
e ora l?, come a sito decreto,
cen porta la virt? d...Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...Su luna de pergamino
Preciosa tocando viene
por un anfibio sendero
de cristales y laureles.
El silencio sin estrellas,
huyendo del sonsonete,
cae donde el mar bate y canta
su noche llena de peces.
En los picos de la sierra
los carabineros duermen
guardando las blancas torres
donde viven los ingleses.
Y los gitanos del agua
levantan por distraerse,
...Read more of this...
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Alighieri, Dante
...rsi
or quinci, or quindi al lato che si parte».
E questo fece i nostri passi scarsi,
tanto che pria lo scemo de la luna
rigiunse al letto suo per ricorcarsi,
che noi fossimo fuor di quella cruna;
ma quando fummo liberi e aperti
sù dove il monte in dietro si rauna,
io stancato e amendue incerti
di nostra via, restammo in su un piano
solingo più che strade per diserti.
Da la sua sponda, ove confina il vano,
al piè de l'alta ripa che pur sale,
misurrebbe in tre volte...Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...La luna vino a la fragua
con su polis?n de nardos.
El ni?o la mira mira.
El ni?o la est? mirando.
En el aire conmovido
mueve la luna sus brazos
y ense?a, l?brica y pura,
sus senos de duro esta?o.
Huye luna, luna, luna.
Si vinieran los gitanos,
har?an con tu coraz?n
collares y anillos blancos.
Ni?o, d?jame que baile.
Cuando vengan los...Read more of this...
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García Lorca, Federico
...
ella sue?a en sus baranda,
verde carne, pelo verde,
con ojos de fr?a plata.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Bajo la luna gitana,
las cosas la est?n mirando
y ella no puede mirarlas.
Verde que te quiero verde.
Grandes estrellas de escarcha,
vienen con el pez de sombra
que abre el camino del alba.
La higuera frota su viento
con la lija de sus ramas,
y el monte, gato gardu?o,
eriza sus pitas agrias.
?Pero qui?n vendr?? ?Y por d?nde...?
Ella sigu...Read more of this...
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Dickinson, Emily
...cheers, sir, for the gentleman
Who first observed the moon!
Peter, put up the sunshine;
Patti, arrange the stars;
Tell Luna, tea is waiting,
And call your brother Mars!
Put down the apple, Adam,
And come away with me,
So shalt thou have a pippin
From off my father's tree!
I climb the "Hill of Science,"
I "view the landscape o'er;"
Such transcendental prospect,
I ne'er beheld before!
Unto the Legislature
My country bids me go;
I'll take my india rubbers,
In case the wind s...Read more of this...
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Dickinson, Emily
...cheers, sir, for the gentleman
Who first observed the moon!
Peter, put up the sunshine;
Patti, arrange the stars;
Tell Luna, tea is waiting,
And call your brother Mars!
Put down the apple, Adam,
And come away with me,
So shalt thou have a pippin
From off my father's tree!
I climb the "Hill of Science,"
I "view the landscape o'er;"
Such transcendental prospect,
I ne'er beheld before!
Unto the Legislature
My country bids me go;
I'll take my india rubbers,
In case the wind s...Read more of this...
by
Lowell, Amy
...ly blown,
The rattle of a rattlesnake, and three large brown
Butternuts uncracked, six butterflies impaled
With a green luna moth, a snake-skin freshly scaled,
Some sunflower seeds, wampum, and a bloody-tooth shell,
A blue jay feather, all together piled pell-mell
The stand will hold no more. The Boy with humming head
Looks once again, blows out the light, and creeps to bed.
The Boy keeps solemn vigil, while outside the wind
Blows gustily and clear, and slaps against ...Read more of this...
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Chaucer, Geoffrey
...rivily unto the Greekes told,
Where that her husband hid him in a place,
For which he had at Thebes sorry grace.
Of Luna told he me, and of Lucie;
They bothe made their husbands for to die,
That one for love, that other was for hate.
Luna her husband on an ev'ning late
Empoison'd had, for that she was his foe:
Lucia liquorish lov'd her husband so,
That, for he should always upon her think,
She gave him such a manner* love-drink, *sort of
That he was dead before it wer...Read more of this...
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Byron, George (Lord)
...
Here, I behold its beauteous hue;
But where's the beam so sweetly straying,
Which gave a lustre to its blue,
Like Luna o'er the ocean playing?
Sweet copy! far more dear to me,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art,
Than all the living forms could be,
Save her who plac'd thee next my heart.
She plac'd it, sad, with needless fear,
Lest time might shake my wavering soul,
Unconscious that her image there
Held every sense in fast control.
Thro' hours, thro' years, thro'...Read more of this...
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