The other day, Google had a cool opening page for Jorge Luis Borges, a real poet for his 112 birthday. He wrote a cool poem called "The Moon" (not my favorite translation but I nadined it and I can easily cut and paste):
History tells us how in that past time
When all things happened, real,
Imaginary, and dubious, a man
Conceived the unconscionable plan
Of making an abridgment of the universe
In a single book and with infinite zest
He towered his screed up, lofty and
Strenuous, polished it, spoke the final verse.
About to offer his thanks to fortune,
He lifted up his eyes and saw a burnished
Disc in the air and realized, stunned,
That somehow he had forgotten the moon.
http://thefloatinglibrary.com/2009/02/25/the-moon-j-l-borges/