Emily Dickinson – 909

Emily Dickinson

I make His crescent fill or lack –
His nature is at Full
Or Quarter – as I signify –
His Tides – do I control –

He holds superior in the Sky
Or gropes, at my Command
Behind inferior Clouds – or round
A Mist’s slow colonnade –

But since We hold a Mutual Disc –
And front a Mutual Day –
Which is the Despot, neither knows –
Nor Whose – the Tyranny –

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    The Moon holds its magic throughout time…and had not heard this before from Emily


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