Full Moon

full-moon

Not all full moons are filled with romance, some radiate madness and partings…

 

Poem by George Gordon Byron – Lord Byron. 1788–1824. Interpreted by Leonard Cohen.

Drawing: Full Moon by clinock. 18″ x 24″. Pastel and conte on Paper.

Full Moon…

full-moon

 

So, we’ll go no more a roving

   So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

   And the moon be still as bright.

 For the sword outwears its sheath,

   And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

   And love itself have rest.

 Though the night was made for loving,

   And the day returns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a roving

   By the light of the moon.

 

Poem by George Gordon Byron – Lord Byron. 1788–1824.

Drawing: Full Moon by clinock. 18″ x 24″. Pastel and conte on Paper.