The Poem "The Moon was but a Chin of Gold" by Emily Dickinson 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. Questions to help Analyze the Text:
| The Prompt Free Verse (n) - poetry that does not rhyme or have a regular meter. Requirements:
Prompt: Write a 3-5 stanza free style poem in which the title and first line is the LAST TEXT MESSAGE received on your phone :) Example: "Thanks - already done" Thanks - already done is what what said to me albeit I offered my Services -- all so voluntarily. Maybe next time I'll reconsider; next time I'll surely think Twice -- before I act so platonically, so platonically nice. Best of Luck in the Future -- The Future without the Idea of me and You; "It's Already Done" was the last -- Thing I'll ever hear that was True. |
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