Spring 1989 • Vol. XI No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1989 |

Moonset

At moonset the stars flung themselves apart from one another, the frogs that had rejoiced all night from the river's edge fell silent, and in the deep mulch of shadow underneath the spruce commenced in its turn a night bird of some kind, which until morning called two hundred times and more, though surely it was nameless to itself.

Already have an account? Login

Join KR for even more to read.

Register for a free account to read five free pieces a month from our current issue and digital archive.
Register for Free and Read This Piece



Or become a subscriber today and get complete, immediate access to our digital archives at every subscription level.

Read More

Adam Imagines Moving

By John Engels

At moonset the stars flung themselves apart from one another, the frogs that had rejoiced all night from the river's edge fell silent, and in the deep mulch of shadow […]

Dead Pig

By John Engels

At moonset the stars flung themselves apart from one another, the frogs that had rejoiced all night from the river's edge fell silent, and in the deep mulch of shadow […]

Subscribe

Your free registration with Kenyon review incudes access to exclusive content, early access to program registration, and more.

Donate

With your support, we’ll continue 
to cultivate talent and publish extraordinary literature from diverse voices around the world.