Full Moon – Du Fu

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.

Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

Poem – Full Moon

Above the tower — a lone, twice-sized moon.
On the cold river passing night-filled homes,
It scatters restless gold across the waves.
On mats, it shines richer than silken gauze.

Empty peaks, silence: among sparse stars,
Not yet flawed, it drifts. Pine and cinnamon
Spreading in my old garden . . . All light,
All ten thousand miles at once in its light!

Full Moon – Victoria Sackville-West

She was wearing the coral taffeta trousers 

Someone had brought her from Ispahan, 

And the little gold coat with pomegranate blossoms, 

And the coral-hafted feather fan; 

But she ran down a Kentish lane in the moonlight, 

And skipped in the pool of the moon as she ran. 
She cared not a rap for all the big planets, 

For Betelgeuse or Aldebaran, 

And all the big planets cared nothing for her, 

That small impertinent charlatan; 

But she climbed on a Kentish stile in the moonlight, 

And laughed at the sky through the sticks of her fan.