POTD: Love 3127 Jan 2020
Day 6. After a short hiatus, we’re back! Today’s poem of the day is Love xxxi.
The moon is distant from the sea,
And yet with amber hands
She leads him, docile as a boy,
Along appointed sands.
He never misses a degree;
Obedient to her eye,
He comes just so far toward the town,
Just so far goes away.
Oh, Signor, thine the amber hand,
And mine the distant sea,—
Obedient to the least command
Thine eyes impose on me.1
Powerful stuff. The ocean is raucous and strong. And yet the moon asserts her influence, measured and constant, from a distance. Imagine if a person could do that to you. Just imagine.
Emily Dickinson. The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson. Little, Brown, and Company. (1929) ↩