The Strength of the Lonely | Love Poems library

The Strength of the Lonely

(What the Mendicant Said )

The moon’s a monk, unmated,
Who walks his cell, the sky.
His strength is that of heaven-vowed men
Who all life’s flames defy.

They turn to stars or shadows,
They go like snow or dew—
Leaving behind no sorrow—
Only the arching blue.


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