O eclipse

E se a Lua fosse sempre desta cor? Como seria a nossa literatura? Como a teriam descrito os poetas? Como seriam os luares dos pintores? Que mitos teriam sido escritos?

A lua vermelha trazida pelo último eclipse cria todo um outro imaginário.

Eclipse lunar

                                 The Harvest Moon by Ted Hughes

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward

To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat

Cry `We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers

Sweat from the melting hills. Fonte