https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-974-moon en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Mon, 08 Jun 2026 22:53:06 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13063-upon-realizing-winter https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13063-upon-realizing-winter we, the sun, eat the dark star by star, for you dear moon for you dear moon, the blue sky the gray sky, the every breeze we, the sun, sip the dark night by night, for you dear moon for you dear moon, green fingers reach to warm earth, to mountain top we, the sun, dance the dark wave by wave, for you dear moon for you dear moon, the abyss the behemoth, the only deep we, the sun, become the dark word by word, for you dear moon for you.   Stephan Anstey Beside the Point Tue, 03 Jan 2012 03:42:16 GMT /section-822-beside-the-point#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13063 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13063 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13063 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13027-bright-and-naked-without-music https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-13027-bright-and-naked-without-music we dance as fireflies one early summer evening a calling of stars - before the moon should come and see us here alone in a pure moment Stephan Anstey Lost along the weigh Sun, 01 Jan 2012 22:18:31 GMT /section-809-lost-along-the-weigh#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/13027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/13027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A13027 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8014-making-a-mystery-of-pollution https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8014-making-a-mystery-of-pollution Smudge of fire, cold clouds of dawn devour your flaming face; you look like Mars in red defeat- a woman whose last beams of scorn shot down but never reached their mark.   No gazing lovers' eyes were burned last night, your web of stars' slight tremble when I caught you; full and white spying all who would admire the beauty of your March's light, disguised by darkness- when some unknown hour revealed pure anger in your heart.   You tore tides wild, enraged, your violence in unwary seas' blue veins, yet now, I watch the mystery of your bloody face ... more Celticlion Poetry Sat, 01 Nov 2008 19:24:40 GMT /section-566-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8014 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8014 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8014 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8550-rewarding-the-artist-or-an-artist-s-reward https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8550-rewarding-the-artist-or-an-artist-s-reward moooooo Celticlion Loom Fri, 09 May 2008 15:48:17 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 3 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8550 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8550 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8550