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Moon Over the Tropics
Moon over the tropics,
A white curved bud
Opening its petals slowly in the warmth of heaven . . .
The white tree-lilies droop in its presence,
The long-stemmed cocoanut palms catch little reflections
And gather them on their leaves like garlands of shiny flowers.
The air is full of odors
And langorous warm sounds.
In the flooded terraces the bright outline of the moon
Is a silver floor for the young rice to stand upon,
And a flute drones its insect music to the night
Below the curving moon-petal of the sky.
A white curved bud
Opening its petals slowly in the warmth of heaven . . .
The white tree-lilies droop in its presence,
The long-stemmed cocoanut palms catch little reflections
And gather them on their leaves like garlands of shiny flowers.
The air is full of odors
And langorous warm sounds.
In the flooded terraces the bright outline of the moon
Is a silver floor for the young rice to stand upon,
And a flute drones its insect music to the night
Below the curving moon-petal of the sky.