| Amount of texts to »moon« | 53, and there are 53 texts (100.00%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 167 Characters |
| Average Rating | 3.585 points, 7 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Jun 5th 2000, 21:29:37 wrote Diesel-User about moon |
| Latest text | on Jul 19th 2007, 19:45:21 wrote scott about moon |
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on Jul 19th 2007, 19:45:21 wrote
on Oct 13th 2004, 20:20:04 wrote
on Apr 12th 2006, 01:36:13 wrote |
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering blue and mystical over the face of the stars. Inside the church, the saints will be all blue, floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, their hands and faces stiff with holiness. The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild. And the message of the yew trees is blackness – blackness and silence.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape. The eyes lift after it and find the moon. The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. How I would like to believe in tenderness! The face of the effigy, gentled by candles, bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, white as a knuckle and terribly upset. It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet with the gape of complete despair.
There is a full moon tonight. I want to dance naked under it, in a meadow full of grass and flowers. But I dare not, for my yard is the dirt of the desert, and I fear my mother would find reason to suspect something.
In the pale yellow light
Of a pale yellow moon
Her lips spoke her life
Into the mist of doom
Her spirit arose
To the deep purple sky
The night owls were watching
Now you know why they cry
The old man sat watching the shadows as they trembled in this patch of light, until the sun went down; and when it was night, and the moon was slowly rising, he still sat in the same spot.
The ancient Chinese, during a lunar eclipse – which they euphemistically called 'the wolf eating the moon' – would bang pots and pans, light firecrackers and make as much din as possible, to frighten the wolf away.
It worked every time!
you tell me about the Anasazi and thier lunar calendar, show me in the sky the arc of degrees and turn math into poetry.
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