Love in Moonlight

Love in Moonlight
by Louise Gluck

Sometimes a man or woman forces his despair
on another person, which is called
baring the heart, alternatively, baring the soul–
meaning for this moment they acquired souls–
outside, a summer evening, a whole world
thrown away on the moon: groups of silver forms
which might be buildings or trees, the narrow garden
where the cat hides, rolling on its back in the dust,
the rose, the coreopsis, and, in the dark, the gold
          dome of the capitol
converted to an alloy of moonlight, shape
without detail, the myth, the archetype, the soul
filled with fire that is moonlight really, taken
from another source, and briefly
shining as the moon shines: stone or not,
the moon is still that much of a living thing.

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