A few weeks ago when I ran across this poem, I scheduled it to publish this evening, when the moon is nearly full. But I didn’t know that I would be driving home from Vespers at 6:30 and along that road where it’s happened before that I found the moon rising huge and golden right in front of me; if only could lift off at a slight angle from the pavement, I could drive right up and park on it. But instead, I admired her perfect face for a few timeless moments…. and then I was home!
THE MOON
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.
-Emily Dickinson
Gladsome Lights 
Now Emily had a way with words… and yes, isn’t tonight’s moon a beauty.
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Beautiful!
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That Emily — always with a new word. I didn’t think ‘dimities’ could be related to ‘dimwit,’ so I looked it up. As it turns out, it refers to something Emily would have been familiar with.
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Thank you for sharing that lovely example of a dimity ❤️
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I had to step out on the deck and admire that moon last night. Lovely.
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By coincidence my youngest son and I were talking about Emily D just yesterday and wondering just why she was so reclusive.
It’s cloudy here so there’s only a small chance that I’ll see the moon this evening but I can imagine how beautiful moonrise will be again.
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Reminds me of Psalm 89:37 that calls the moon “the faithful witness in the sky.”
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I never noticed that reference to the moon before – thank you, nikki! ❤
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Clouds here that night, so no moon visible. I am not familiar with that poem by Emily Dickinson; it’s lovely.
On another note, did you see the link to the cranberry curd pie – I put it on the blog the day after I posted the photo.
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Oh, no I didn’t! I’ll go check it out 😋
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Hi Gretchen
Here is the link to the pie Cranberry-Lime Pie Recipe | Bon Appétit. However, it’s behind a paywall. However, if you just do a search for the recipe, the preview gives the entire list of ingredients and you probably can figure it out from that. My daughter uses a graham cracker crust rather than gingersnaps.
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Thank you! I clicked on that link and it let me in 🙂 for some reason, and I was able to print it. Thank you for the tip about graham cracker vs. gingersnap crust.
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I saw a moon like this as I cycled home from school! It was not dark yet but dusk and it was so huge, golden and beautiful!x
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At those moments, the Moon really does seem like a being easy to love.
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What a sweet and charming poem!
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