The moon, like a flower in heaven's bower, with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
William Blake
Lowcountry moonrise, McQueens Island, Savannah, Georgia, 1951 |
“. . . Her eyes, he says, are stars at dusk,
Her mouth as sweet as red-rose-musk;
And when she dances his young heart swells
With flutes and viols and silver bells;
His brain is dizzy, his senses swim,
When she slants her ragtime eyes at him.
Moonlight shadows, he bids her see,
Move no more silently than she.
It was this way, he says, she came,
Into his cold heart, bearing flame.
And now that his heart is all on fire
Will she refuse his heart's desire? . . .”
When the harvest moon is climbing high this weeknd, go outside. Take a friend or someone you love.
Get lost in it.
Sources
Photos and Illustrations:
National Park Service, Fort Pulaski National Monument Handbook, 1954
Text:
intro quotation, William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience, originally published in 1789.
poem excerpt, Conrad Aiken, "Turns and Movies: VI," Violet Moore and Bert Moore
Get lost in it.
Sources
Photos and Illustrations:
National Park Service, Fort Pulaski National Monument Handbook, 1954
Text:
intro quotation, William Blake, Songs of Innocence and Experience, originally published in 1789.
poem excerpt, Conrad Aiken, "Turns and Movies: VI," Violet Moore and Bert Moore
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