The moon is naked.
The wind has undressed the moon.
The wind has blown all the cloud-garments
Off the body of the moon
And now she’s naked,
Stark naked.
But why don’t you blush,
O shameless moon?
Don’t you know
It isn’t nice to be naked?
From The Weary Blues (Alfred A. Knopf, 1926) by Langston Hughes. This poem is in the public domain.