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When the moon hits your eye… (by guest blogger Vinnay)

I’ll be honest, poetry is not my thing; I prefer short stories. Some of my favorite short stories contain lots of New England imagery, so I tried to find a poem that captured some of that.

I chose Robert Frost’s “Moon Compasses” for a number of reasons.

First, he was a Vermonter, and I lived in Vermont for my undergraduate years and fell in love with the state. Second, not only was Frost a Vermonter, but he was a friend of my alma mater, Marlboro College, and was involved in the earliest stages of the colleges existence. The library at Marlboro still has some of his original manuscripts.

Most importantly, I just really like this poem. Frost is fantastic at conveying images of nature, and when I read this piece it takes me back to Vermont where I spent so many nights staring at the sky, the
moon, and the mountains (I was an astrophysics major).

Moon Compasses Robert Frost

I stole forth dimly in the dripping pause
Between two downpours to see what there was.
And a masked moon had spread down compass rays
To a cone mountain in the midnight haze,
As if the final estimate were hers,
And as it measured in her calipers,
The mountain stood exalted in its place.
So love will take between the hands a face…

I particularly like the twist at the end of the poem that makes it all
the more beautiful as it reveals itself as a love poem.

Vinnay lives in Buffalo, New York. Which is also, apparently, a real place. He usually blogs here.

12 Responses to “When the moon hits your eye… (by guest blogger Vinnay)”

  1. Dawn Summers Says:

    Um…so, what you’re saying is “Marlboro College” on your facebook page is a real place and not just an inside joke cause you’re a chain smoker? O_O

  2. Dawn Summers Says:

    Also, Vermont is in New England.

  3. Angela Says:

    I like this because it’s poemy but not flowery and corny. Nice choice for Poetry Wednesday.

  4. Dawn Summers Says:

    It’s the shortest Frost poem I’ve ever seen! very uncharacteristic.

  5. VinNay Says:

    Hey! You were supposed to edit out my repeated sentence. I copied and pasted, instead of cut and pasted! Please remove the sentence before the poem starts. Jeez!

  6. Dawn Summers Says:

    Oh, I see I need to give you the speech I give F-train: I am not your worker monkey.

  7. Tae Says:

    Nicely done! “A cone mountain…” brilliant.

    I adore Vermont. And who knew VinNay was such a mush?

  8. Dawn Summers Says:

    LOL. *raises hand* I knew.

  9. Mary Says:

    Lovely poem Vinny.

    Your post brought to mind this poem by Walt Whitman:

    When I Heard the Learned Astronomer

    When I heard the learn’d astronomer,
    When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
    When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
    When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
    How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
    Till rising and gliding out I wander’d off by myself,
    In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
    Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.

  10. VinNay Says:

    Guest blogging is lame when you only get 10 comments and 2 of them are your own.

  11. VinNay Says:

    and 5 are from Dawn

  12. Marlboro Lights Says:

    all the time i used to read smaller articles Clareified » Blog Archive » When the moon hits your eye… (by guest blogger Vinnay) that as well clear their motive, and that is also happening with this paragraph which I am reading here.
    Marlboro Lights

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