Covers her Face with both Hands

This is something I discovered by the American poet Daniel Ladinsky. The line breaks are a little unbearable, but I find the poem appealing nevertheless:

What
We speak
Becomes the house we live in.

Who will want to sleep in your bed
If the roof leaks
Right above
It?

Look what happens when the tongue
Cannot say to kindness,

"I will be your slave."

The moon
Covers her face with both hands

And can't bear
To look.
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Click on the title for the link to a page with Ladinsky's poems.