Alice Oswald

(1966)

Full Moon - Poem by Alice Oswald

Good God!
What did I dream last night?
I dreamt I was the moon.
I woke and found myself still asleep.

It was like this: my face misted up from inside
And I came and went at will through a little peephole.
I had no voice, no mouth, nothing to express my trouble,
except my shadows leaning downhill, not quite parallel.

Something needs to be said to describe my moonlight.
Almost frost but softer, almost ash but wholer.
Made almost of water, which has strictly speaking
No feature, but a kind of counter-light, call it insight.

Like in woods, when they jostle their hooded shapes,
Their heads congealed together, having murdered each other,
There are moon-beings, sound-beings, such as deer and half-deer
Passing through there, whose eyes can pierce through things.

I was like that: visible invisible visible invisible.
There's no material as variable as moonlight.
I was climbing, clinging to the underneath of my bones, thinking:
Good God! Who have I been last night?

Topic(s) of this poem: god, moon


Comments about Full Moon by Alice Oswald

  • Dimitrios Galanis (4/20/2016 12:47:00 PM)


    I do not exclude to be a real dream.Thus the poem may be a painting of the the truth of the night. (Report) Reply

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  • Susan Williams (4/19/2016 4:02:00 PM)


    I absolutely love this poem. It is unique. It is brilliant. She used words in such a novel way. I have found yet another poem on this site that I am an instant fan of. Beautiful! Lovely. I will never see moonlight the same- it has become word magic! (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (4/19/2016 2:17:00 PM)


    So vivid and so wonderful to read. World of dreams is a fascinating world and leaves us mystified, happy and puzzled. Loved the poem. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton (4/19/2016 8:14:00 AM)


    Vivid commentary on the strangeness of dreams. (Report) Reply

  • Anil Kumar Panda (4/19/2016 7:32:00 AM)


    Beautiful imagery. Under the canopy of a glittering sky one can feel the beauty of life. The shinning stars give hope for a beautiful dawn ahead. Nice. (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2016 5:29:00 AM)


    Awesome dream presented in equally awesome verse. Thanks for sharing it here.10 points. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (4/19/2016 5:14:00 AM)


    who have i been last night, great query.. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/19/2016 4:23:00 AM)


    Leaning downhill! From the muse of your dream. Thanks for sharing. (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (4/19/2016 3:05:00 AM)


    Nice dream about moon. With this dream you very well narrated the features of Moon. Well written poem,10 (Report) Reply

  • Moira Cameron (4/19/2016 1:22:00 AM)


    Flush with interesting imagery - I particularly like the line 'Their heads congealed together, having murdered each other'. The use of the word 'congealed' in this context is fascinating. The poem feels dreamlike, and yet with a substance one can almost touch, but not quite. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 4, 2016



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