POEM
The Stars Are
Samuel MenasheThe stars are
Although I do not sing
About them—
The sky and the trees
Are indifferent
To whom they please
The rose is unmoved
By my nose
And the garland in your hair
Although your eyes be lakes, dies
Why sigh for a star
Better bay at the moon
Better bay at the moon . . .
Oh moon, moon, moon
Source: Poetry (September 2004).
This poem originally appeared in the September 2004 issue of Poetry.
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