I was throwing sticks for my dog, and I turned around and saw this, and started laughing so hard I had to sit down in the wet grass.
It's the moon! Right in my backyard. At 7 in the morning.
There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.
Translator: Coleman Barks
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. ~Oscar Wilde