Jayaraj Vyas

The Moon and the Yew Tree : Sylvia Plath : : Moon Poems : :

The Moon and the Yew Tree : : By Sylvia Plath ( ) This is the light of the mind, cold and planetaryThe trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were GodPrickling my ankles and murmuring of their humilityFumy, spiritous mists inhabitContinue reading “The Moon and the Yew Tree : Sylvia Plath : : Moon Poems : :”

Sad Steps : Philip Larkin : : Moon Poems : :

Sad Steps : : BY PHILIP LARKIN ( ) Groping back to bed after a pissI part thick curtains, and am startled by The rapid clouds, the moon’s cleanliness. Four o’clock: wedge-shadowed gardens lie Under a cavernous, a wind-picked sky. There’s something laughable about this, The way the moon dashes through clouds that blow LooselyContinue reading “Sad Steps : Philip Larkin : : Moon Poems : :”

Autumn : T E Hulme : : Moon Poems : :

Autumn : : BY T. E. HULME ( 16 September, 1883 – 28 September, 1917 aged 34 ) : : : : A touch of cold in the Autumn night— 1I walked abroad, 2And saw the ruddy moon lean over a hedge 3Like a red-faced farmer. 4I did not stop to speak, but nodded, 5AndContinue reading “Autumn : T E Hulme : : Moon Poems : :”

Moonrise : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Moon Poems : :

Moonrise : : Gerard Manley Hopkins ( 1844 –1889 ) : : : ; I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning:The moon, dwindled and thinned to the fringe of a finger-nail held to the candle,Or paring of paradisaïcal fruit, lovely in waning but lustreless,SteppedContinue reading “Moonrise : Gerard Manley Hopkins : : Moon Poems : :”

The Moon was but a chin of gold : Emily Dickinson : ( 1 ) : : Musical Video 1 : ( 2 ) : : Song Video 2 : ( 3 ) : : Moon Poems : :

* Poem 737 ; : “The Moon was but a chin of gold”: : Moon Poem By Emily Dickinson ( 1830 – 1886 ) The Moon was but a Chin of GoldA Night or two ago –And now she turns Her perfect FaceUpon the World below – Her Forehead is of Amplest Blonde –Her CheekContinue reading “The Moon was but a chin of gold : Emily Dickinson : ( 1 ) : : Musical Video 1 : ( 2 ) : : Song Video 2 : ( 3 ) : : Moon Poems : :”

Hymn to the Moon : Lady Mary Wortley Montagu : : Moon Poems : :

Hymn To The Moon : : By Lady Mary Wortley Montague ( Written in July, in an arbour Thou silver deity of secret night, 1Direct my footsteps through the woodland shade; 2Thou conscious witness of unknown delight, 3The Lover’s guardian, and the Muse’s aid! 4By thy pale beams I solitary rove, 5To thee my tenderContinue reading “Hymn to the Moon : Lady Mary Wortley Montagu : : Moon Poems : :”

With how sad steps, O moon : From Astrophil and Stella : Sonnet ( 31 ) : : Sir Philip Sidney : : Moon Poems : :

how sad steps, O moon, thou climb’st the skies; 1 How silently, and with how wan a face. 2 What, may it be that even in heavenly place 3That busy archer his sharp arrows tries? 4Sure, if that long-with-love-acquainted eyes 5Can judge of love, thou feel’st a lover’s case; 6I read it in thy looks;Continue reading “With how sad steps, O moon : From Astrophil and Stella : Sonnet ( 31 ) : : Sir Philip Sidney : : Moon Poems : :”

To the Moon : Percy Bysshe Shelley : : Moon Poems : :

To The Moon : : By Percy Bysshe Shelley ( 1792 – 1822 ) : : : : And, like a dying lady lean and pale,Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,Out of her chamber, led by the insaneAnd feeble wanderings of her fading brain,The moon arose up in the murky east,A white andContinue reading “To the Moon : Percy Bysshe Shelley : : Moon Poems : :”

Darkness Poems : By Various Poets : :

# * : : Storm Fear by Robert Frost : When the wind works against us in the dark,And pelts the snowThe lower chamber window on the east,And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,The beast,‘Come out! Come out!’—It costs no inward struggle not to go,Ah, no!I count our strength,Two and a child,Those of usContinue reading “Darkness Poems : By Various Poets : :”

Moonset : Carl Sandburg : : Darkness Poems : :

84. Moonset : By Carl Sandburg( 1878–1967 ) , Illinois : : Cornhuskers, 1918. : : : : LEAVES of poplars pick Japanese prints against the west. 1 Moon sand on the canal doubles the changing pictures. 2 The moon’s good-by ends pictures. 3 The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk atContinue reading “Moonset : Carl Sandburg : : Darkness Poems : :”