The Moonlight

I waited on
In the late autumn moonlight,
A train droning out of thought—

The mind on moonlight
And on trains.

Blind as a thread of water
Stirring through a cold like dust,
Lonely beyond all silence

And humming this to children,
The nostalgic listeners in sleep,

Because no guardian
Strides through distance upon distance,
His eyes a web of sleep.

Credit

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on May 1, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“The Moonlight” appeared in Secession no. 7 (Winter, 1924).