Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold

~Emily Dickenson (1830-1886)

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—

3 comments :

  1. Do you own a volume dedicated to Dickinson poems? I dont. And I'm thinking it's high time I did.

    Here's a link to my recent selection....

    http://hiddenart.blogspot.com/2011/04/man-may-make-remark-man-may-make-remark.html

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  2. I do -- it's a collection for children and only has about three dozen, but they're very good. I'd like to get more.

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  3. I just realized I posted two of hers back to back -- that wasn't planned. I scheduled this one several days ago because tomorrow is the full moon. Yesterday's was a whim because I was thinking about grass. ;-)

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