African American Poetry (1870-1928): A Digital Anthology

Langston Hughes, "March Moon" (1926)

The moon is naked.
The wind has undressed the moon.
The wind has blown all the cloud-garments
Off the body of the moon
And now she's naked,
Stark naked.

But why don't you blush,
O shameless moon?
Don't you know
It isn't nice to be naked?

Published in The Weary Blues, 1926

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