The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago --
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Upon the World below --
Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde --
Her Cheek -- a Beryl hewn --
Her Eye unto the Summer Dew
The likest I have known --
Her Lips of Amber never part --
But what must be the smile
Upon Her Friend she could confer
Were such Her Silver Will --
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest Star --
For Certainty She take Her Way
Beside Your Palace Door --
Her Bonnet is the Firmament --
The Universe -- Her Shoe --
The Stars -- the Trinkets at Her Belt --
Her Dimities -- of Blue --
(The Moon Was But a Chin of Gold, by Emily Dickinson)
Gorgeous, both the photos and the poetry. :-))
ReplyDeleteGorgeous moon! I wish I could have gotten a pic or two of the moon here tonight, half-obscured by clouds, but there was too much city light. :-\
ReplyDeleteAnita, before getting to the end of this post, I was wondering if you were the writer as well as the photographer. Kudos to Ms Dickenson and yourself on the presentation posted.
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