Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

The Freedom Of The Moon - Poem by Robert Frost

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

I put it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on some evening later,
I've 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.

Topic(s) of this poem: moon


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  • Tom Allport (12/21/2016 5:50:00 PM)

    tom allport
    moon over the world, set free (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 2, 2015



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