Hello and Happy Poetry Friday! Be sure and visit radiant Rose at Imagine the Possibilities for Roundup.
Don't you love that "dizzy with moonness" phrase in the subject line?! It comes from a new picture book DORIS by Sarah Jacoby. I'm kind of in love with Doris, and I can't stop thinking about that spread in the book. Check it out!
THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON officially opens next Tuesday. Finally!
Thank you, Kirkus!
I've created a MOON Discussion Guide, now available for free download on my website. Educators, I hope you find it useful!
Y'all have shared so many wonderful Moon poems, and they are all collected as a permanent exhibit on The Museum on the Moon padlet. Thank you!
Today I have some more "moon" offerings for you, all pulled from a beautiful anthology for adults entitled To the Moon: An Anthology of Lunar Poems edited by Carol Ann Duffy. The collection is arranged chronologically, which is super-interesting! I offer you below a few of the selections (that are in the public domain).
But first, a few other moon notes:
You probably heard in the news about India becoming the 4th nation to land on the Moon... and the 1st nation to land on Moon's south pole. View footage here.
As much as we're hearing lately about space travel, there's still a lot of problems that will need to be addressed. Fascinating article here!Finally, you're going to love this video of things left on the moon. (I addressed many of these in THE MUSEUM ON THE MOON!)
I climbed the hill just as the new moon showed,
I saw him coming on the southern road.
My heart lays down its load.
To the Moon
by Giacomo Leopardi
Now that the year has come full circle,
I remember climbing this hill, heartbroken,
To gaze up at the graceful sight of you,
And how you hung then above those woods
As you do tonight, bathing them in brightness.
But at that time your face seemed nothing
But a cloudy shimmering through my tears,
So wretched was the life I led: and lead still. . .
Nothing changes, moon of my delight. Yet
I find pleasure in recollection, in calling back
My season of grief: when one is young,
And hope is a long road, memory
A short one, how welcome then
The remembrance of things past— no matter
How sad, and the heart still grieving
excerpt from 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
Upon the World below—
Wind and Silver
by Amy Lowell
The Autumn moon floats in the thin sky;
And the fish-ponds shake their backs and flash their dragon scales
As she passes over them.
by Sara Teasdale
Moon, worn thin to the width of a quill,
In the dawn clouds flying,
How good to go, light into light, and still
Giving light, dying.
excerpt from The Moon in Your Hands
If you take the moon in your hands
and turn it round
(heavy, slightly tarnished platter)
And now, this week's ArtSpeak: LIGHT poem! Perhaps you know this poem by Emily Dickinson. I didn't! But something I often do when crafting poems is google phrases I'm using...in order to find out if others have already used that phrase. It could be on a national commercial for all I know, or it might have multiple meanings I'm not aware of. Always good to check! Anyhow, the phrase that opens my poem is in the same wheelhouse as Emily's poem—but not the same—so, YAY!
Also: please note the different line breaks in the graphic vs. the text version of this poem. The lines were just too long for the art, so I used different line breaks in my graphic. This is a great example of how flexible we need to be as poets, and how the art can inform the text in multiple ways. I hope this helps you as you craft our own ekphrastic poems! Thanks so much for reading.
if you want to make me happy
bring me sunrise in a mug,
join me by a window spilling water
together we'll watch poems sway
as dawn drifts into day