Tuesday, January 27, 2009

NEW MOON POETRY - AND WINNER

"NEW MOON" by Maxfield Parrish


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Today, the moon is 2% of full. To me, it's the time of the new moon!

I follow the old meaning of new moon, which is "the first appearance of the waxing crescent moon". (In astronomy today, "new moon" means "dark moon", when the moon is invisible.)

Following are some poems whose authors, like me, followed the old meaning by celebrating that first sliver of moon as it reappears in the sky:

NEW MOON


The new moon, of no importance
lingers behind as the yellow sun glares
and is gone beyond the sea's edge;
earth smokes blue;
the new moon, in cool height above the blushes,
brings a fresh fragrance of heaven to our senses.



By D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930)



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I saw the new moon late yestreen,
Wi' the auld moon in her arms:
And if ye gang to sea, maister,
I fear we'll suffer harm.


From the anonymous Scottish ballad Sir Patrick Spens

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The New Moon

What have you got in your knapsack fair,
White moon, bright moon, pearling the air,
Spinning your bobbins and fabrics free,
Fleet moon, sweet moon, in to the sea?
Turquoise and beryl and rings of gold,
Clear moon, dear moon, ne’er to be sold?
Roses and lilies, romance and love,
Still moon, chill moon, swinging above?
Slender your feet as a white birds throat,
High moon, shy moon, drifting your boat
Into the murk of the world awhile,
Slim moon, dim moon, adding a smile.
Tender your eyes as a maiden’s kiss,
Fine moon, wine moon, no one knows this,
Under the spell of your witchery,
Dream moon, cream moon, first he kissed me.

Zora Bernice May Cross

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Here's a favorite from my childhood (and that's how Mr. Lindsay spelled cookie!)

The MOON'S THE NORTH WIND'S COOKY

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky.
He bites it, day by day,
Until there's but a rim of scraps
That crumble all away.
The South Wind is a baker.
He kneads clouds in his den,
And bakes a crisp new moon that . . .
greedy North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!

Vachel Lindsay

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And here's a new moon poem by one of my favorite poets:

THE NEW MOON


Day, you have bruised and beaten me,
As rain beats down the bright, proud sea,
Beaten my body, bruised my soul,
Left me nothing lovely or whole —
Yet I have wrested a gift from you,
Day that dies in dusky blue:

For suddenly over the factories
I saw a moon in the cloudy seas —
A wisp of beauty all alone
In a world as hard and gray as stone —
Oh who could be bitter and want to die
When a maiden moon wakes up in the sky?

By Sara Teasdale

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When I see the first New moon,
faint in the twilight,
I think of the moth eyebrows
Of a girl I saw only once.

By Yakamochi


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The winner of my Two-Year Blogiversary celebration is Lynda from "Among the Hedgerows " in Ontario. Congratulations, Lynda! I will be contacting you.

13 comments:

Pieceful Afternoon said...

Oh such lovely poems - I am going to have to learn a few of them and teach them to our grandsons. We love poetry when said in unison - and when said separately - and when thought about - we just love poetry.

And congratulations to Lynda - I love her blog too.

gemma said...

All of the poetry was all great. I couldn't decide if I liked any one better than the others. It is auspicious to start new projects on the new moon.(Something I learned from Daisy)I have a good project in mind.
:-)

Lynda ~ Among the Hedgerows said...

Thanks so much, Julie!! I just sent you an email ... you've made my day!

The poems are lovely ... now if only the cloud would clear so we could see the beautiful new moon!

xo,
Lynda

Shopgirl said...

I am a moon girl...this was lovely and I learned once more from you my friend.
I started putting Ruth on my blog...It will be seen easier.
We have been under a inversion for almost 3 weeks...with snow. It is snowing right now. So I haven't seen the Moon. Yesterday we saw the sun for a few hours and today not so much.
Big Hugs, Mary

Anonymous said...

Lovely poems, thank you.

PEA said...

Hello dear Julie:-)

I so enjoyed reading those lovely poems...I can just imagine reciting them while looking up in the sky at the new moon!

Congratulations to your giveaway winner:-)

Hope all is well with you, I'm still hibernating! lol xoxo

Mary said...

Congratulations on your two-year blogiversary dear Julie - you have certainly brought a lot of beauty to the blogosphere!!

I missed the giveaway but congratulate sweet Lynda on her win - she's another lovely friend.

Hugs - and thanks for your friendship.
Mary.

Utah Grammie said...

Lovely - just lovely -I love the poems you are introducing me to- I need to print them out and into a book they will go - thank you for this lovely gift :-)

AutumnZ said...

I always feel a blip of hope with the New Moon.

judie said...

Love these moon poems. Thanx for posting them. Congrats on your Celtic listing w/Best! xoxoxo

Joyce said...

There was a very pretty sliver of a moon that night wasn't there?
Congrats on your blogaversary.....HA!
Joyce

Bimbimbie said...

Wonderful and evocative poems *!*

Victoria said...

What a lovely post. I love anything moon related. The Maxfield Parrish painting is beautiful. I feel I could walk right into it. Also love the Sara Teasdale poem. As always, you have brought a bit of beauty to an otherwise cold and dreary day.