Two poems about the moon, one mentioning the moon six times and one not mentioning the moon at all
Li Ho (790-816)
In the sky, that cold toad’s eye weeps.
Between towers of cloud its clarity slants, unstuck,
a jade wheel rolling anew in each drop of dew, glinting
off imaginary immortals on the fragrant path as they meet
and watch dust and ocean trade places beneath the Three Mountains
and even as they blink a thousand years run by like horses. Meanwhile,
way up there, to the toad the great nations are nine wisps
of angry mist and the wide ocean of sorrows a small spilled cup.
Still Night, Thoughts
Li Po (701-762)
Moon’s so bright before my bed
I mistook it for frost glowing on the floor.
I lift my head, and old hopes, to that moon,
then back down, eyes full of a dream of home.
–translated by Jeff Schwaner