Happy Friday!

For this article, I have some poems and moodboards for y'all! Here are four poems by various poets for you guys to ponder, along with some images which I thought captured the spirit of the words...


Two Evening Moons

by Federico García Lorca
Translated from Spanish by Sarah Arvio
aesthetics, full moon, and moon image grove, nature, and poplar image grass, roof, and green image flowers, white, and aesthetic image
For Laurita, my sister’s friend
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
when a south wind
ruffles the brow of the poplars
when our hearts yield their harvest of sighs
when the roofs wear their grass hats
The moon is dead dead
— it will come back to life in the spring
aesthetic, fruit, and orange image aesthetic, asian, and braid image life, moon, and orange image lemon, fruit, and food image
For Isabelita, my sister
The evening sings a lullaby
to the oranges
My little sister sings
“the earth is an orange”
The moon weeping says
“I want to be an orange”
You can’t be — my dear — 
even if you turn pink
or a little bit lemon
How sad!


a song in the front yard

by Gwendolyn Brooks
greenhouse and garden image bogota, life, and middleeast image fabric, black lace, and canon image africa, girl, and wild image
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows.
A girl gets sick of a rose.
I want to go in the back yard now
And maybe down the alley,
To where the charity children play.
I want a good time today.
They do some wonderful things.
They have some wonderful fun.
My mother sneers, but I say it’s fine
How they don’t have to go in at quarter to nine.
My mother, she tells me that Johnnie Mae
Will grow up to be a bad woman.
That George’ll be taken to Jail soon or late
(On account of last winter he sold our back gate).
But I say it’s fine. Honest, I do.
And I’d like to be a bad woman, too,
And wear the brave stockings of night-black lace
And strut down the streets with paint on my face.

[I married]

by Lorine Niedecker
alone, alternative, and black image home, old, and photography image cold, happy, and ray image boy, silhouettes, and aesthetic image
I married
in the world’s black night
for warmth
if not repose.
At the close—
I hid with him
from the long range guns.
We lay leg
in the cupboard, head
in closet.
A slit of light
at no bird dawn—
I thought
he drank
too much.
I say
I married
and lived unburied.
I thought—

[into the strenuous briefness]

by E.E. Cummings
yellow, amanecer, and aesthetic image water, boy, and lake image rose, flowers, and red image black and white, fiction, and hands image
into the strenuous briefness
handorgans and April
i charge laughing.
Into the hair-thin tints
of yellow dawn,
into the women-coloured twilight
i smilingly
glide. I
into the big vermilion departure
(Do you think?)the
i do,world
is probably made
of roses & hello:
(of solongs and,ashes)

That's all for today! If anyone wants to read other poems by these poets, just click on the links below...

Thanks for reading!

Be bold, be brilliant.

This article was written by @wearingsunlight for the Tenth Muse Writers Team.

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