Poem

The Freedom of the Moon

June 24, 2013

I couldnt decide what poem to run with this month, so as I am writing a 10 part series for BBC Radio 4 about the Moon, and all my mind is moon just now, it had to be this one

The Freedom of the Moon

By Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)

Ive tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
Ive tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first water-star almost as shining.

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later
Ive pulled it from a crate of crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water, greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.