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By Jane Cooper

The last full moon of February


stalks the fields; barbed wire casts a shadow.


Rising slowly, a beam moved toward the west


stealthily changing position


 


until now, in the small hours, across the snow


it advances on my pillow


to wake me, not rudely like the sun


but with the cocked gun of silence.


 


I am alone in a vast room


where a vain woman once slept.


The moon, in pale buckskins, crouches


on guard beside her bed.


 


Slowly the light wanes, the snow will melt


and all the fences thrum in the spring breeze


but not until that sleeper, trapped


in my body, turns and turns.


Jane Cooper, "Hunger Moon" from The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed. Copyright © 2000 by Jane Cooper.  Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.

Source: The Flashboat: Poems Collected and Reclaimed (W. W. Norton and Company, Inc., 2000)

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Jane Cooper
A longtime resident of New York City, Jane Cooper grew up in Jacksonville, Florida. She traveled through Europe during the summer of 1947, noting the aftereffects of World War II and keeping journals of her travels. Though she suffered from primary immune deficiency, Cooper maintained an active life as a writer and mentor. She taught creative writing for 37 years at Sarah Lawrence College in New York. See More By This Poet

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