Ramona announced to me the other day that she'd like to memorize another Emily Dickinson poem. Last year, she was smitten with I'm Nobody, Who Are You? Today it's The Moon. The whole poem is below, but it's much lovelier when paired with a photograph at Daily 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.
Her forehead is of amplest blond;
Her cheek like beryl stone;
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 bestow
Were such her silver will!
And what a privilege to be
But the remotest star!
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your twinkling door.
Her bonnet is the firmament,
The universe her shoe,
The stars the trinkets at her belt,
Her dimities of blue.
For a peek into our past encounters with Emily, and for more ideas on sharing poetry with children, see the article Home Appreciation, by Susan Thomsen at The Poetry Foundation.
The Poetry Friday round up is being hosted today at Picture Book of the Day.