Tuesday, November 17, 2015

"The Moon was but a Chin of Gold" by Emily Dickinson

The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A night or two ago -
And now she turns Her perfect Face
Opon 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
Opon 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 -

Source of the text - The Poems of Emily Dickinson: Reading Edition, edited by Ralph W. Franklin. Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1998, p. 328.

TJB: 50 shades of silver. This sensual, musical-astronomical blazon, purporting to describe the moon, starts high and ends in the nether regions.

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