<p>From <i>A Woman Under the Surface</i>:<br>MOON AND EARTH<br><br><br><i>Alicia Ostriker</i><br><br><br>Of one substance, of one<br>Matter, they have cruelly<br>Broken apart. They never will touch<br><br><br>Each other again. The shining<br>Lovelier and younger<br>Turns away, a pitiful girl.<br><br><br>She is completely naked<br>And it hurts. The larger<br>Motherly one, breathlessly luminous<br><br><br>Emerald, and blue, and white<br>Traveling mists, suffers<br>Birth and death, birth<br><br><br>and death, and the shock<br>Of internal heat killed by external cold.<br>They are dancing through that blackness.<br><br><br>They press as if<br>To come closer.</p>