Fragment
The moon
Full moon
Eye of heaven
Cataract ridden
Gazing down
Blindly down
Upon the dying world
An added thought:
A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem is one where an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost
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