Her light is turned on deliberately
and shaded just so
in a calculated effort
to attract
and in this way,
night after night, she relies
on the moth’s longing for incandescence
to prove her own irresistibility;
But you,
You are the moon,
naked and true with nothing to prove;
the sun has chosen you
and you alone to reflect his brilliance;
What then do you need with moths?
Wolves and coyotes call to you,
lovers beg your favor,
poets invoke your name,
The seas rise and fall at your command
and I, on this journey through the night,
would surely lose my way if it were not
for your gentle light illuminating my path.
---Phillip Rosenberg, from Raised in the Shadow Moon
Painting, 2008, by Louise LeBourgeois
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