The old moon died.
It staggered blindly across the sky,
Bade farewell to a frightened star,
And sank into the waiting arms
Of the hungry sea.
But
Out of the void
A new moon was born.
And men have forgotten the old moon.
They live only
In a madness of new moons,
And the clinging scents of pear blossoms
Drifting down to the dark earth.
This piece originally appeared in New Strung Bow, a book of poems written by Sarah Lawrence students that was published in 1932.