"Moreover, the Moon—"

As June winds down, how about a “moon” poem for our resuscitated Weekly Poem series? This one is by a long-time favorite poet, Mina Loy.

No one knows the date of composition for “Moreover, the Moon—”; it is known that the poem wasn’t published in Mina Loy's lifetime. It certainly is immediately recognizable as a Loy poem—the short lines combining with a rather dense linguistic surface, the singular mix of abstract & sensual language. The poem certainly captures a certain “moon madness” in its fifteen lines.

Hope you enjoy it.

Moreover, the Moon—

Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.

Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.

Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,

touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles

Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.

Mina Loy