The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to. – Carl Sandburg
Jorge Luis Borges
to María Kodama
There is so much loneliness in that gold.
The moon of every night is not the moon
That the first Adam saw.
The centuries
Of human wakefulness have left it brimming
With ancient tears. Look at it. It is your mirror.
—translated from the Spanish by Robert Mez