A Sir Philip Sidney Moment with a Rubbish Bin, but not a Red Rubbish Bin - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

 

A Sir Philip Sidney Moment

 

With a Rubbish Bin, but not a Red Rubbish Bin

 

After the passing of afternoon storms

A quiet moment of reflection at dusk

Our Lady Moon shone high above the trees

Sailing among the last sun-glowing clouds

 

I addressed the Moon as the goddess she is

Speaking of dreams, and asked her to pray for me

But suddenly she danced behind the mist

In playful teasing, or in stern disapproval

 

Perhaps one should not address our Lady Moon

While rolling household garbage to the end of the lane

 

 

Sir Philip Sidney, “Astrophel and Stella 31”

William Carlos Williams, “The Red Wheelbarrow”